Quite a contrast between Box Hill and Whitehall, where I was meeting Mrs RM for
What a wonderful sight London is these days.
At Victoria I admired the eponymous theatre, currently showing “Hamilton”, a musical about the disallowed Everton goal in the 1977 FA Cup Semi Final.
I met Mrs RM at the Institute of Directors and looked for the nearest GBG pub.
“Shall we do Spoons ?” Daft question.
I thought she was boycotting Tim’s emporia. Mind, I thought the Extinction Rebellions protestors would be boycotting Spoons too, but needs must.
It’s heaving. It always is.
One of their better outlets, though. Turnover counts.
Craft keg for Mrs RM, London Pride for me (NBSS 3.5).
Next to us were a Russian couple, who were clearly visiting our many great tourists sites like Salisbury, Aldershot and Spoons during club night.
The lady had a ginger beer with her fish & chips, the gent beat me to the bar to survey the cask.
Part of me wanted to say “The Pride is drinking well“.
Instead, I waited patiently as he asked for tasters of Doom Bar, Greene King IPA and Abbot, before settling on a half of the Doom.
I suppose I should be pleased at anyone drinking the cask.
By this time there were folk eyeing up our table, and the Spoons staff asked if we were leaving soon, a first for me.
Mrs RM was by now on a conference call with Aberdeen so I felt compelled to buy her another pint.
The Russian ale taster looked on jealously as I presented the amber nectar.