18th February 2020
The train journey from Aslockton to Nottingham was notable for some terrible criminal damage by L***s fans (above) and a ticket man (what are they called Tom) railing against the evil of contactless payment.
It was drizzling when I arrived at 15:23 on Platform 2, a mere half mile from the ticket barriers.
Two new Guide ticks either side of the centre, 59 minutes walk says Google.
Could I make the 16:45 return?
Well I could if the Fox & Grapes and Overdraught were quiet, efficient and lacking in drama. Which they were, but don’t knock it. We can’t all be exciting all the time, unless we’re BRAPA, and look what happened to him.
Tucked next to Sneinton market with its hipster shop called The Shop, the Fox is as quiet as you fear at 3. 30 on a February Tuesday, lacking the OAP coffee and cask trade in the suburbs.
At least it has a desirable Banks’s badge.
Far too many beers, and I like Castle Rock, but the Preservation is a bit thin, though perfectly drinkable.
But I do make Overdraught by 4pm, stopping only to admire this beauty.
Canning Circus, on the way to affluent (or a similar word) Alfreton.
Oh joy, another small tap for a microbrewery, you cry.
Two blokes my age (i.e. deceptively young) are losing an afternoon in that way I know only too well from days wasted in craft bars with too much choice. Crafty Crow by the castle springs suddenly to mind.
I’ve never heard of any of the beers, bar Paulaner, so pick something described as “murky grapefruit murk”, possibly from their own brewery.
It was very relaxing, accompanied by Yusef Lateef’s soporific jazz, and I nearly stopped for more murk and mellowness, but that would have meant getting a taxi back to the station and I’d have hated myself.
Partly because I was jogging to avoid a soaking (doesn’t work) I found myself drenched but with 10 minutes till the train.
Station pub it is then. I’d popped in Beerheadz when it opened a couple of years ago and been a bit depressed by the borish behaviour of some beer bores, so it was good to find it in more pleasant times.
Yes, I had the rare prototype hazy juicy pale by The Woodford Experiment, which is a mouthful.
Even more words than in “Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands“, whose 11min 21 seconds took me within 2 minutes of my train.
At the barrier I see a sign redirecting me to Platform 1b, seven minutes away.
Did it in two, but let me tell you this,
NEVER RUN WITH A TUMMY FULL OF GRAPEFRUIT MURK