My gig was in half an hour at Gullivers, so a chance to do some of the Manchester pubs that would be GBG shoo-ins if they were in Carluke.
Following on from the Unicorn, a pint of Unicorn would have been nice, but it was packed with youngsters pre-gig, all demanding that pint of Old Tom that had floored BRAPA recently.
The truth is, I followed an Old Boy into the Fringe.
It was one of my better decisions.
A bit like Cambridge’s legendary Elm Tree, you know it for the Belgians but it’s more of an allrounder.
There were four pumps of the sort of stuff considered exotica in Paisley, but I always follow the steer of the Old Boy in the youngsters’ pub.
Wow. It looked great.
“What’s that ?!”
Lilley’s Gladiator rustic cider, 8.4%, £4.10 a pint served from the jug. Just like Bass.
I drunk a half, slowly, but still much quicker than the Old Boy at the bar.
“The Sun Always Shines on TV” (a UK number 1, Mark), “Fake Plastic Trees” (“TURN IT UP”) and folk on their way home to watch Corbyn v the Clown “on HD”.
It was a magic moment. I hope BRAPA gets to doit.
WhatPub recommends the Ducketts of Burnley urinals. SodoI,but I find that taking photos of blokes (or ladies, sexist) taking a leak can offend.
So here’s the football stickers, headlined by the sexy Sutton United sticker (top).
Oh, and one of those Pub Crawl posters that make Old Mudgie feel nostalgic about the loss of Dry Bar.
On to Gullivers, where I skipped the Lees in favour of a double espresso, a wise move.
David Thomas Broughton was, as usual idiosyncratic,
but was as Coldplay compared to Bell Lungs;
I believe Duncan had the pleasure of this art the very next day, as (very nearly) did I.