A third raid on the Fiddler’s Dram classic, the second single I ever bought.
Can you guess my first ?
And a third trip to Bangor in three years; is it the Newport (Gwent, obvs) of the north ?
It’s not even as if the Uni accommodation is that cheap, though it was superb.
But Pubmeister was staying there, and I was keen to persuade him of the merits of Bass, especially since Patrick of Patrick’s fame had just put a new barrel on.
So after a stroll down by the pier, I let Patrick know we were coming for him (not in a Big Brother way).
Duncan bumped into me on the corner of the street, and at 22.34 on a Sunday we were drinking Bass.
And some local beer. Duncan is so non-compliant.
Patrick (for it is he) seemed oddly pleased to see us given we’d tipped up past the time that 99% of pubs would be closed.
We chatted local football, studentz and Bass, which is about 95.7% of life.
After two pints, at 23:12 I suggested we try the local artisan gin. Why do we do this ?
Mine had bits of chilli in it. Good job Mrs RM wasn’t there, to be honest.
At 23:39, we were the last customers left, had confirmed the schedule of pre-season fixtures for Bangor 1876, and were ready for an
early late night.