Some of you (all called Paul) have principles, and will be continuing their boycotts of Wetherspoons when pubs eventually re-open. Even if it’s only Spoons that re-opens.
I don’t have the luxury of principle; some of my remaining 400 ticks (probably 300 by the time Lockdown lifts) are Timbo emporia.
Like the Wallaw in bucolic Blyth, a rare GBG jewel in the Northumberland mining desert, if I’m not mixing metaphors too much.
But Blyth ?
Been a couple of times. Once years ago to tick Olivers, the beer pub, and your best bet for Anarchy.
And once in 2011 to lose a plastic football out to sea, which necessitated an immediate investment of £1.99 in the local economy to placate two young lads. They lost the replacement in the River Wharfe at Wetherby 3 hours later.
A solid town of 37,339 souls, best known for this;
Fans of “Proper Football” will rejoice in bobbly pitches, goals from back passes and duff refereeing decisions.
A late Wrexham equaliser from a cruelly retaken corner denied Blyth a home game against Arsenal, but they did gain 20,000 glory hunters for the replay at St James Park.
Blyth Spartan fans , who I last saw descending on Hinckley Town in their drunken hordes, were denied their usual pre-match pint of Anarchy Blonde but had some Newcastle craft to compensate and soften the blow of a narrow 2-1 defeat.
They were spoilt for choice for pubs, even back in 1978, but since they were the designated home team they could have taken over the Strawberry.
and this chap could rival our R. Southworth for stacking.
Bet you can’t wait for the write-up of Blyth’s socially distanced Spoons, though.