So, the big Preston finale, the highlight of the trip for most of us.
How many pubs are better than the Black Horse at 7pm on Friday night ?
Though quite how anything can top the Plum Porter and John Smith’s Cask in the Market is an interesting question.
Matthew was recognised and greeted by pubgoing Prestonians for about the 12th time today. I’ve no idea how.
I left them at the bar to dither, and went in search of cosy seating.
A lovely young couple in the Smoke Room moved round to make space for us.
The wide age range of customers really makes the pub. An Old Boy in the other corner worked through two bottles of wine on his own. And why not ?
I’m guessing we all had Unicorn. And why not ?
Music from Prefab Sprout (Mark will ask what it was now) and the Pet Shop Boys (Mark will know already it was “It’s A Sin”). It was a magic hour.
The young couple took their glasses back to the bar.
“Kids today, taking their glasses back” said Old Mudgie.
I bought him another half. I’ve never seen him happier.