23rd January 2020
Mostly downhill from the Hare & Hounds into Sowerby (“It’s Sorby !”) shout Duncan and Quosh. So I’m proposing that Sowerby applies for a formal name change. Sir Menzies can change his name to Ming at the same time.
I dropped the terrible trio off at the Blind Pig and went in search of a legal (note emphasis, Duncan) parking place. I think I ended up in Mytholmroyd.
Sorby always seems absurdly popular, even on this cold Thursday night before January payday. A year or so ago I’d have said that was because it was the hipster Halifax, but with craft takeover up the A58 that hardly applies now.
The Blind Pig sounds like a micro, looks like a micro, but feels like a club with its booths, glitter ball shaped as the pig from the Pink Floyd album, and 17:00-02:00 opening.
Note the Fosters glass helpfully obscuring the homebrew.
By the time I arrived my passengers had virtually downed their apparently dirt cheap beer, leaving me to drink some very palatable dregs of School Night (NBSS 3).
It was packed, and noisy. “What’s This Song Called” identified the best of an eclectic musical mix and I sought Matt’s approval;
There you go, youthspeak 2020.
Despite the Richard Jobson trousers, the chap below isn’t Duncan dancing to the Skids.
Enjoy this lengthy video, which if released as a single would be the shortest in UK history.