I’m home from my epic crawl round the UK now. The new A14 bypass did the job.
After a week away, even Mrs RM may be pleased to see me (EDIT : She is, I brought flowers). Matt is cutting James’ hair in the kitchen, all is peace and harmony.
I bet you’re expecting me to wish you Happy Christmas, aren’t you.
Tomorrow I’ll bring you some highlights from my favourite blogs, but tonight I’ll jump ahead to share the best bit from my birthday. 22 December, every year, make a note.
Everyone should finish their birthday at Stanley’s Cask in New Brighton.
It’s not been in the GBG for a few years, but as I rolled back from the Wirral coast with a tummy full of beer and on the lookout for the Chinese takeaway with “Lucky” in the name, I knew I had to go in.
I’m never wrong. As POTUS would say “Trust me“.
Unremarkable boozer, locals congregated at the bar,
and hard rock band Legion Green hammering away in the corner.
This video is priceless.
At the bar, the John Smiths Cask was long gone, replaced by those local beers the CAMRAs like. Oh well, here goes.
and found the table in the corner.
Whatever they were playing, it was causing a sensation on the “dancefloor“.
My pint was sublime, all was well with the world (my chosen Chinese had closed early but I wasn’t to know that yet).
And then they stopped. A riot, a white old age riot ensued and somehow Legion Green were persuaded to play overtime with this corking version of Sweet Child o’Mine. And you know my musical tastes by now.
The house came down. Not since Lone Justice rocked the Marquee back in ’87 have I seen a band so rapturously received on a wintry Sunday night.
Then, at the exact moment they walked off, THIS came on the speakers at a volume normally reserved for Motorhead.
Look closely and see the singer wipe away a tear. So did I.
“You’ve got to feel, you’re on solid ground” sang a dozen Old Boys in unison.
Only pubs can do this, folks.