This next post is a bit of a contractual obligation under my lucrative and top secret sponsorship deal with Doom Bar, which roughly translates to one Manchester City goal on Sky for every half point of NBSS above 3.0.
The Maypole in Thurloxon, which Taunton and Bridgwater can fight over, managed a 3.5 Doom Bar. Some of you will leave this blog now.
Quite how it made the Beer Guide this year I can’t tell you, but I assume it wasn’t because of an NBSS 3.5 Doom Bar.
No doubt tawny beers from homebrewers in Middlezoy and Milverton swung it, but since I wasn’t allowed in to see the bar I couldn’t tell you, and I felt sorry for the barmaid after she kept me waiting on the door while she rattled off “Guinness, Peroni, Carling, Stowford, Doo..” when I asked what beers they had.
Drinkers are confined to the garden, as you’ll know by now that drinkers are scum who want to kill your granny by visiting pubs and not buying burgers.
But in fairness the garden was colourful and had a couple of shy
drinkers smokers in it who nodded the recognition of the fellow plague carrier.
The nice young lady brought me the pad to fill out the Track and Trace details, which I’d completed by the time the half of Doom Bar had been drunk.
You can’t exactly linger over a half of Doom Bar, can you ?
I’ve seen quite a few Gents toilets with that “One in, one out” rule, but the Maypole was the first to insist I bolted the door to the urinal, to the dismay of the Colonel with a weak bladder behind me.
Rules, Colonel, rules.