No, not that lot. We’re just the secret society of GBG tickers whose rules are shrouded in murky DIPA mystery.
Duncan was telling me about other folk who are nearly as obsessed with the Guide as he and Simon are, but of course they don’t blog so they don’t count.
Duncan’s next tick was just up the road from the Sewin fish, as West Wales unveils its treasures to appreciative travellers.
The Freemasons Arms at Dinas Cross was not a highlight of our tour.
When the A- Board leads with “Steakhouse” and then tells you what you can’t do you know where you stand.
In a pleasant looking but food focussed Welsh diner, that’s where.
We’re back to being the only customers in the Freemasons.
Rather than face a second coke in twenty minutes, I try a different tack.
“Can I have an ice cream”
“We don’t do ice cream”
“Oh. I saw the board for Joe’s”
“Nothing to do with me”
That was the conversational highpoint. My allowed sip of Gower suggested the beer was OK; Duncan reckoned I was cheating my way to GBG glory by now and started to prepare an application to get me kicked out of the Tickers Team.
Many of you will reckon this looks a decent pub. Except Simon, who will immediately compare it to the Mermaid in Ellington.
In and out in ten minutes, £3.50 lighter but with a tick to show for it.
You’ll know where Duncan diverted us to next.