Contractual obligations demand a monthly summary of the GBG pilgrim’s progress.
That progress came to a juddering halt on 13th March, probably the least of many of our concerns.
No GBG ticks in June (that I’ll admit to), unless the Mace in Swaffham Bulbeck that sold
me Mrs RM an emergency 4 pack of Pedigree sneaks into GBG21.
But there WAS some good beer, NBSS 4+ stuff, from the local every Friday.
Note the beer & food matching; Mauldon’s Black Adder Porter and spicy quid. #Sommelier.
I also succumbed to the lure of takeaway BrewDog, whose murk was best enjoyed along the dreaming spires of Cambridge University, thankfully free of students.
Despite the new freedom to drive to Bournemouth or Blackpool and defecate into a Burger King container, I stayed fairly local, biding my time till overnight stops are allowed this weekend.
Two trips to see Matt in Salford, still looking dystopian. Or certainly publess, which is basically the same.
In fact, I’ve been learning to appreciate my own patch and its simple pleasures.
It’s rubbish. But here’s a few highlights;
My favourite comment was this corker from Robert Drype.
It says “excellent blog, please go to a pub on the 4th and report on the Doom Bar”.
While this is my only viral tweet of the month;
Four more sleeps till the Glorious Fourth.
I get to see the interior of the Sun every Friday, which hurts a bit, but they’ll be back on Saturday.
But before then, I’m planning. Furiously. Plenty to do in the Marches, always a joy.
I’ll definitely be at a new GBG pub this Saturday. Here’s a clue;