Llandybie Pub No.2, and a total contrast to the gentlefolk-friendly Red Lion, two minutes and a dispensing chemist away.
The Ivy Bush is either a Beer Guide regular or they love those mid-2000s stickers as much as I do.
A dozen in, Old Boys and “tradesmen”, and a sight to delight the multi-pump hater.
Landlord in both GBG pubs ? It can only be the name, surely ?
I’m clearly the only cask drinker, though no-one seems to ostracise me completely.
I join the Carling man toasting his cool, consistent pint.
“Can I have a flake in that ?” he asks the (longstanding, I sense) landlady.
Continuing the theme, he whips out his keys to slice the cream off. I expected a Swiss army knife.
“Shall I take my top off” “No !“
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The Carling chums were great pub company, bemoaning a trip to Westminster for a wedding the week before that I sensed wasn’t a Royal occasion.
Yes, you may sense I’m rambling. The Landlord was not the pinnacle of the brewers art, but neither was it so bad I’d have taken it back, either here or in a Brunning & Price.
No pot plants to rescue me, but that’s what urinals are for, aren’t they. Beer tipping and a place to display our greatest puns.
How many CAMRA members have converted to Carling this year d’ya think ?