Yes, post No.1 of x, where x = an unspecified amount. But there were 33 pubs visits over the five days of the CAMRA Big Weekender (a bit like Cream but with legal drugs or Glasto without pashminas), so be worried.
A lesisurely train trip to Edinburgh to start, aided by a purchase at Ely of one of those hipster “books on paper rather than Kindle” that people are going on about. Nearly finished it, so no spoilers please.
As Simon and Duncan will know, half the fun of GBG ticking is the planning.
I’d meticulously planned a trip to two pubs in Dunblane, with Spoons stop in Falkirk, to kick off the tour.
Well, my train was cancelled, later trains were being cancelled (haggis on the line), and I really didn’t want to be stranded in Falkirk. Sorry, Bairns.
But I had two newbies in the capital, one of them in sunny Leith (I sense a blog title).
And the first one allowed me to make inroads into Q1 Spoons vouchers. #WinWin
Quite why I hadn’t been here when in town last year with Mrs RM, I couldn’t say. But station Spoons aren’t always the most exciting (See: Liverpool Lime Street, St Pancras etc).
And they’re rarely less than packed.
Still, cheap and cheerless, less than £2 a pint, and a chance to see if I could find good Deuchars in Scotland 20 years after it dominated the nation.
Ten minutes after arriving in Waverley, I was already pinking in Scotland.
The Deuchars was cool and decently conditioned, but tasted nothing like the Deuchars of memory, and I hadn’t a throat sweet for 4 hours.
I sank it in ten minutes, contemplating a soaking along the Water of Leith.
Dumping my bag in Jurys, just off the Royal Mile, I headed up the nearest close to loosen my calves for the ordeal ahead.
Then I asked Twitter where to find a decent Deuchars.
The responses were not encouraging.