204 pub visits since pubs returned, but only half of those were new GBG ticks. Which is what we call deeply unprofessional in GBG Ticker Land.
SEVEN trips in 3 months almost makes it my local, I guess.
On Thursday I popped in just because I wanted some good beer after some very average stuff in Northumberland and the Lakes. Is that bad ?
It was quiet early evening, chilly drizzle putting off the folk who’d been making good use of the new outdoor area and with the legendary quiz yet to start.
All table service now, of course, but of course I can see the pumps from my table. Even if you can’t.
Youngs, Sharp’s and something localish I’ve forgotten. Gotta be Sea Fury. It’s the strongest, and if Mrs RM joins me after her pizza at the White Horse she’ll want that one.
Doesn’t it look beautiful ? (Yes, yes it does). Rich, full-bodied, cool,
A first NBSS 4 of the month. Despite the lack of company, I stay for a second in half an hour.
I admit to Andrew the Landlord I’m a Doom Bar fan. He’s unconvinced.
“Is that your wife walking past ?” says Andrew.
It is. I rush out.
“Christie. Christie. Christie“.
She turns. It isn’t her.