Our American readers should really visit Man.
Reading my barrage of posts from 2018 made me want to jump on the next ferry to Douglas.
Bit pointless at the moment, and I suspect that staring at a couple of closed pubs for the sake of GBG completeness might not qualify as an “essential activity“.
I’m sure once we get back to normal we’ll find Man in the same
decade century we left it.
As you should know if you read this stuff, the Isle is one of the world’s treasures, a beautiful frame on a beautiful picture.
But, as always, it’s the people who make it.
Here we see the locals of Port St Erin in their centuries old dress about to berate the Landlord of the Bay Hotel about the absence of Bass, as they do annually.
You can drive round the island yourself in an afternoon, but better to let Pubmeister chauffeur you (£12.93 an hour) and admire the views as the corners fly by.
The architecture isn’t the strongest point, but there is Victorian grandeur such as this gem in Ramsey.
Among the Isle’s unique features are the 3 legged villagers of Onchan, but contrary to myth the islanders DO have tails.
It is still compulsory for shops to use corny puns on all advertising boards, something which delighted Maltmeister in Ramsey.
And the pubs. Some of the best boozers anywhere. The Black Country would be a good comparator.
There’s proper handpumps,
exciting charity boxes,
and astonishing banter. My notes in the British say things like “You spotted a good moth on Love Island !” and “I love your tattoo“.
Oh, and pubs with turnstiles.
Obviously it helps if you like ordinary (in the best sense) Bitter, but they do have craft.
Quality handwash, too.
Some of the cheapest cask you’ll find anywhere, thanks no doubt to CAMRAs efforts.
A gem of a place, and you’ll eat well everwhere, whether Queenies in Peel, or salt and pepper chicken at the Hot Wok.
Just don’t ask them if they’re part of Lancashire.