I have been instructed by my professional advisors that any blog about Harpenden must include an Eric Morecambe reference as he lived and drank Benskins there.
Of course the fact is his “beloved” Hatters played in a different
universe county to the Harp, as it’s apparently known in Hertfordshire. You should only support a team in your home county, unless it’s City.
Dave “US” Southworth notes a fall-off in the enthusiasm of my blog as I tackle yet another micro/Tap/bottle shop.
And he’s right, even if it does take him 6 pints to get to the truth.
The heart hardly races, does it?
My 3rd Mad Squirrel and you know the form by now.
“But retiredmartin it’s just what the Harp needed to lift our town out of its 3 pump mediocrity and give us a choice of 20 different beers flashing by on a colourful screen“.
Don’t worry Mad Squirrel there’s a redemption to come.
And not just from the beer, the lone cask ale (I think, oh possibly two) served at immaculate key keg temperatures. NBSS 4.5.
No, it was that combination of wonderful beer and indie nostalgia that won me over.
Just as my pint of Holt Bitter and Florence & the Machine is doing right now in the Hare & Hounds.
Anyway, bit of Age of Consent for you. Peel loved this one.