A sentimental return to Earl Shilton, and there’s not many contexts in which you read that.
Last time here was in 1996, before the Internet and colour TV, and we used Alistair Sawday’s Special Places to Stay to book a night at Gary’s House in Elmesthorpe.
The “Special” came from Gary’s collection of grass snakes, and the family Barbecue he invited us too. Best £30 we ever spent.
The local pubs were earthy back then, even by my standards.
Nothing changes, though I see Pestle & Mortar have taken a micro in town. With Bass.
But I didn’t know that as I arrived to tick the Constitutional Club. I’d vote Constitutional if they advocated cask at £2.80 a pint.
As a basic Leicestershire club selling beers you’ve heard of, I really should have got LifeAfterFootball’s permission in triplicate to visit the Constitutional Club, but needs must.
Three things stood out.
The quartet of Old Boys playing doms, aggressively, shouting “Nil Desperadum” at one point.
the “There ya go, m’duck” from the Landlord,
and a pint of Bombardier to shake Bombardier hater Duncan to the core.
As you can tell by the lacings, an easy 3.5.
But never mind that. What was the soundtrack you ask.
“Loco in Acapulco”, followed by the eternal Starship classic.
I instinctively knew what was coming.
“WE BUILT THIS CITY ON (pause), SAUSAGE ROLLS…”
I’m easily pleased.