You know, there are people who have been to Glasgow and only been in the Laurieston Bar. Which is fair enough, I guess.
Glasgow CAMRA should be promoting the pearl of Spoons around the centre, all accessible by the Strathclyde Daytripper ticket.
21 minutes on the No.172 brings you to Cambuslang.
Where ? Only the 27th biggest place in Scotland, that’s where.
No, me neither, though I do recall their epic 1888 Scottish FA Cup final defeat to Renton of Trainspotting fame.
And since Midge Ure comes from here it’s technically twinned with Vienna.
It was a dreich day by now and there wasn’t much to see apart from the Fire & Rescue HQ, which is nice enough but not as attractive as the bars.
For some reason I thought the Spoons was named after Andy Fairweather Low.
It reminds me of the Capitol in South-east London; beautifully converted from a cinema to a legitimate purpose.
Blokes around the bar, families on the raised level, your favourite Marston beer on the bar.
I really should have had Gorlovka to see what would have happened if my penultimate Spoons voucher had reduced the price below the 50p/unit threshold, but the Old Boy in front had Wainwright and my rule is follow the last pour.
Another chatty barman (this Spoons is a nightmare to keep warm, apparently), another sublime and foamy pint.
“Judge me by my lacings” as Midge sang on the B side of “Sleepwalk” in 1980.