It’s been a worrying day.
Being stuck in the house turns your brain to mush (mulch ?), and for a few minutes I thought this article in the Guardian (I know, I know) was warning about an asteroid passing within 4 miles of Earth.
Mile-wide asteroid set to pass within 3.9m miles of Earth
The virus so dominates the news that even the confirmation of an alien invasion by the Pentagon yesterday and an asteroid nearly wiping out said aliens can’t make Twitter Trends Top 5.
4 miles is further than I’ve been from home in the last 6 weeks, but that still feels a close call. Duncan eventually told me what “m” stands for, which was frankly a bit disappointing.
The Lockdown has a lot to answer for, and not just the obvious. Apart from the lack of a Chinese takeaway and Test Match Special, I also have to put up with hourly “fun content” on WhatsApp from an anonymous friend from Dereham, Norfolk.
King’s Lynn rough ?
They have cod cheeks ! Cheeks !
OK, OK, the pubs are rougher than Deptford before the Antic arrived.
But Lynn has the closest pub to her Majesty’s holiday home at Sandringham, and if it’s good enough for Phil it’ll do me.
I was only here last July, but you’ll have forgotten that trip already I suspect.
It looked gorgeous, despite the lack of new GBG pubs, just as that nice Duncan had said. His photo was so good it’s worth stealing.
The range of colours from the harbour to the market place are spectacular.
Duncan had prepped me on the idiosyncratic Crown & Mitre, a pub for which the term “Old School” might have been invented and probably was.
Run by a 78 year old along “traditional” lines, and never in the GBG in my lifetime, it nevertheless provided the best beer in Norfolk last year. And Norwich is in Norfolk.
I warmed to Landlord Roger when an unsuspecting couple of gentlefolk came to the bar.
“Oh. only 2 beers ?” said Mr Choosy. Patient explanation re: matching beers to demand.
“Can I have a taster then ?” said Mr Choosy.
“Half or pint ? We don’t do tasters.” said Roger.
“A pint’s a taster” I chipped in, unhelpfully.
In complete contrast, craft had arrived, kicking and screaming, in the Nip & Growler.
I’d been to a places like this and felt distinctly unwelcome.
Not here. Cheery bar lady, boisterous staff reading out Kathy Burke tweets, teachers coming in for several pints at the end of term.
It was the EXACT OPPOSITE of the Crown & Mitre, but both of them were great. And you need both in the Guide, or you’ll end up like Sidcup.
One word of caution. Contrary to what you might hear, the giant rabbits are not domesticated.