My shortest post for years. Partly because the 5* WiFi in Hull is only 2.5*, and partly because I want Oldmeldrum to stand on its own merits.
You left our hero (Mrs RM) escaping from the Krakatoa karaoke before it got messy.
Anyone chivalrous would have ordered a taxi for the mile or so back to the Northern.
I directed us to the Shoe Lane bus stop, gave clear instructions (flag down the 17) and wandered off to take this great photo.
Just as I turned my head, the 17 trundled past. Mrs RM was staring at her phone.
I leave you to imagine the ensuing discussion.
Mrs RM stormed off, I needed the loo so I headed off towards 6 degrees north, a craft bar that was in the Beer Guide till it decided that cask was more trouble than it was worth and probably just attracted folk wanting a pint for £3.
Having inspected the loos (not as good as Krakatoa) I unwisely succumbed to the IPA. Excellent it was, albeit the embodiment of evil etc etc. Snazzier than Brew Dog as well.
No idea how I got back. Or how Mrs RM beat me. I think I’m forgiven for whatever I did wrong.
NB One of you bemoaned the lack of fast food in these posts. I can almost assure you the chips in the rain at the bus stop the next morning weren’t ours. Almost.