Tuesday night in Eccles, sadly arriving back from Gullivers too late for the Lamb.
As before, I can recommend the Milton Hotel (£32) which towers above the Eccles Job Centre. Clean, decent WiFi,
exciting craft selection, breakfast in the Spoons with the 9am Smooth drinkers.
Mrs RM had stayed down in London “doing IT” so I decided to make a week of it.
Ooh look, it’s Tebay Services pies.
Tebay is regarded as the Crown Jewel of motorway services, which is a bit like being regarded as the best pub in Maidenhead.
In front of me, a guy was buying (I kid you not) 20 bottles of beer in the Farm Shop. Who are these pubkillers who drink at home ?
I changed my mind about my pie choice 3 times while waiting for him before settling on game, which is presumably a mix of hedgehog and tourist. Washed down with an excellent filter coffee, it was the highpoint of the day.
Oh, the view from the café to the lakes wasn’t bad either.
Two hours later, saving Ecclefechan for the return, I parked up at the redoubtable Kings Park Hotel in Rutherglen.
By “redoubtable” I mean cheap.
£25.52 is about right for an old, poky room in the unglamorous suburbs of Glasgow, but it’s an ideal base to use the trains to explore Glasgow’s unlimited supply of Spoons.
Starting in East Kilbride.
I’d always associated East Kilbride with this lot;
(The Reid brother relocated to Fulham after the release of Psychocandy; an attempt to twin the towns never took off).
But Wiki suggests the town has also produced the varied joys of Lorraine Kelly, Alex Ferguson and Aztec Camera, which sounds like a supergroup waiting to happen.
It may always be raining in Glasgow according to Nick Abbot on LBC, but I arrived on one of the two dry days mandated by the SNP, and had a dry approach to the shopping centre that basically is the town. It alone justified my journey from the South.
Reading Wiki now, I’m astonished to find it’s the 6th largest Scottish settlement, 75,120 souls, most of whom were actually in the indoor shopping centre from hell.
It’s quite a smart centre to be honest, but completely unfathomable. If lost, look for the toy grabber.
In the Hay Stook, I had to join a queue of folk clutching menus.
Then a young chap barged past us and went straight to the bar.
“Is there a queue here” I asked the Canada hat man.
” ******* supposed to be. ****” he said, seething.
Then something caught my eye.
Yes ! A two tier system that prioritises drinkers ! Take that !
The chap in front even had a pint of cask. In Scotland.
It was all going well, until I drunk it. Never trust an English rugby themed beer, folks.
Or a Spoons that runs out of beans.