By my reckoning the earliest you could have had a new GBG tick in 2019 was at the Sandpiper, Paisley/Glasgow Airport, mere miles from the Pubmeister’s moth collection.
If I could have been there for the 5am opening, I would have been. Perhaps I will, someday.
Instead, It Begins In Lincolnshire, which sounds like a horror film starring Emma Stone, whose appearance in “Battle of the Sexes” I somehow omitted from my Awards.
The motto for Caythorpe is “Nothing to see here, move on“, but myself and many middle-class escapees from Sleaford ignored the sign and enjoyed a ten minute walk round the village before the Red Lion opened.
There are two (very minor) revelations in what is a 3rd tier Linc village. Firstly, I’ve never been here before, a rarity. And secondly, a Proper Pub has just re-opened.
Despite the appeal of Doom Bar and Golden Best, I resist the appeal of the Waggon & Horses, which guarantees it’ll be in the next Beer Guide (due Oct 18th 2019).
There are 3 things in Lincolnshire life you can guarantee;
- An inability to buy the Sleaford Mods CD in Sleaford
- The pub will be called the Red Lion, even if it isn’t
- There will be a clutter of well-dressed people standing at the bar, dithering
As is the modern way, it’s Adnams rather than Batemans at the bar, but the Moretti has run out so it takes a while to get served. I genuinely had no idea that lager ever ran out.
Four areas to the pub, all serving diners, so I choose the one with the best view of nothing.
The drinks order at the bar seemed to consist of Worcester Sauce, which suggests that some folk had a late night. Always go to bed early on 31 December, folks.
Mind, the fire smells great, a definite highlight. My seat also enabled the grown-ups to stare in amazement at me as I didn’t order food.
More amazing was the ’90s soundtrack; “There She Goes” and “Ironic”, ironically.
My first beer of the month was OK as OK gets, an odd taste but not deeply unpleasant (NBSS 2.5). Worcester Sauce may have enhanced it. Try it at home.
retiredmartin 
Does lager really run out? Who knew?
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Terrific stuff 👍 love the three dead certs in Lincoln 😀
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Probably not the time of year for one of the diners to find a black fly in her Chardonnay 🙄
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Now Spanish fly on the other hand… 😉
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“By my reckoning the earliest you could have had a new GBG tick in 2019 was at the Sandpiper, Paisley/Glasgow Airport, mere miles from the Pubmeister’s moth collection.”
By 2020 there will be some micro that only opens from 12:01am till 12:05am January 1st and then only if there is a full moon and cloudless sky. 🙂
“It’s very flat”
Even the letters are too flat to read.
“The motto for Caythorpe is “Nothing to see here, move on“, ”
I thought was the motto of the UK Plod?
“There will be a clutter of well-dressed people standing at the bar, dithering”
I beg to differ with the term ‘well-dressed’. 😉
“I genuinely had no idea that lager ever ran out.”
(insert the old ‘recycled from the urinals’ joke here) 🙂
“so I choose the one with the best view of nothing.”
Apart from the well-dressed folk. 😉
“Always go to bed early on 31 December, folks.”
(nods)
“My seat also enabled the grown-ups to stare in amazement at me as I didn’t order food.”
Wait till BRAPA gets there and they see him sneak eating his own. 🙂
“Try it at home”
Left all that behind in my youth thank god. Did the egg in the Guinness (big surprise when it slides down your throat); drink beer from a straw (drunker quicker apparently); boilermakers (US not UK version), snakebites… and so on. 🙂
Cheers
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By “well-dressed” I mean they had clothes on.
Oh, yes, BRAPA eating his cheese straws in the corner !
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I once had those words spoken to me by a PC, as I watched the Yang Sing Chinese restaurant in Manchester burn down, with flames reaching 100ft into the air, and vehicles spontaneously exploding with the radiated heat.
I disobeyed.
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My first boss used to head to his local every evening of the year, barring December 31st, which he reckoned was a bit too amateurish.
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I do like the pan tiles, of the East Coast and areas inland. They give a gentler look than the slate of the West. You find them all the way from Scotland to Kent, and maybe that’s down to either home coastal shipping, or their import from the Continent. Before the railways, it was easier than lugging stuff over the Pennines after all.
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Yes, the Pennines is there for a purpose.
Nothing much should go from one side to t’other.
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The what-passes-for-a-raliway service, between say, Halifax and Preston does assist that, TSM.
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Surely that Bar 61 or whatever it’s called in Blackpool would have given you a tick as late/early as 3:59am?
Coincidentally my first tick was the Steam Wheeler nr Glasgow Airport at 2pm, which I’m sure Duncan knows. When we told them we weren’t eating, we were told ‘people just having a drink sit at that table there’.
We did as we were told.
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I was waiting for someone to say that, but strictly I would count a visit to Bar Sodom at 1am in the morning as a tick in the previous evening, Leon. The matter has been occupying the minds of the great and good for many years.
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