A night in Loughborough is a joy for ever.
You can even get to real places like Derby from there on the train. And thence to unreal places like the Pot Hole in Allestree, where I can never remember going before. Only the GBG (and Life After Football) can direct you to Allestree.
BeerMat aka LAF got here first, of course. He’s such a trend-setter.
“In terms of new local boozers, I don’t think you can’t beat a 1960’s shopping precinct to house your project.”
Well it’s better than a shed on an industrial estate, anyway.
Wiki tells me Park Farm was one of the largest shopping centres in Europe back when it opened in 1963, just in time to celebrate my birth the next year.
More exciting are the population statistics. I can only assume that the original VE celebrations were particularly, er, exuberant. The late ’80s reduction coincides with Derby County’s decline, of course.
I expected to see half the population in George’s Tradition, a fine chain of chippies with branches in all the best East Midlands honeypots like Belper and Chilwell (wherever that is). But it was empty.
Everyone was in the pub.
Here you can avoid people talking about rugby, and even watch LIVE horse racing.
Quite a few folk were even watching the 15:45 from Doncaster over foaming pints of
Fosters Posh Pink Grapefruit Pale Ale.
And they were SO friendly. Keeping away from the bar, offering tables, offering me excellent odds on the 15:20 from Kempton..
I bet there were a couple there who dropped unmentionables from above on the away fans at the Baseball Ground back in 1988 though.
And then I heard the terrible words;
“We’ve got a beer festival on !” smiling, handing me a big sheet of paper.
I mean, the Posh Pink Grapefruit Pale Ale is all you need, surely ?
With a choice of dozen, I waited for the chap to my west to order the Scarborough Stout, and very good it was too (NBSS 3.5).
I offered my table to a couple who looked a bit terrified (by me, not the beer festival) and went in search of chips and curry.