Dick has been pestering me to make him my cover star (it’s like being a mascot at City but cheaper), so here he is, training for a job at next year’s Octoberfest.
Note how we ruins the fun of real #PubMen who like to take their own glass back in Northern towns.
Next up was Slubbers, a life highlight, let alone the pinnacle of a Huddersfield crawl.
On the 10 minute walk from the Sportsman we passed Magic Rock, listed under Birkby in the Guide, before reaching Hillhouse and the Slubbers. Nothing gives Old Men (not you, Luke) as much joy as moaning about CAMRA’s geographical quirks.
We contemplated the best approach, then the nice local in a green top let us in via the smoking shelter.
Clearly I’d been here before, years ago, but as with the Big Six in Halifax you often take the West riding boozer for granted in your youth.
Four pints of Boltmaker, two Landlords. I nab the fourth pint, Paul nabs the window seat.
The sun shines in, as it always must when Paul is in a pub.
Paul recognises someone from the CAMRA AGM where local branches were given free reign to
undercook broccoli invent new places to put GBG entries under.
We got on with saying “Mmm, wow, NBSS 4” as Boltmaker suddenly made perfect sense.
Then the Landlady came over and said “Where’d you come from ?“, both apologetic and apoplectic we’d come in through the fire exit.
It was wonderful.
I particularly like the South Korea/Japan World Cup scarf.
Somehow recognising an American accent in our midst, a friendly local popped over.
“Are you an American ?”
“Deny it Dave !”
The ensuing conversation touched on the Kentucky Derby, Dave’s life story and probably the best way to cook broccoli.
THAT’S why people go to pubs.
We went out the right door this time.