I’ll be blunt.
If you put the (56 x 12) 632 months I’ve been on the earth in a list ranging from BEST to WORST then November 2020 would be in the bottom 3, rescued only by the pigs in blankets at Pret,
a decent sunset or two,
and four days at the start of the month when I made hay with the new GBG.
Thirteen pubs in that first few days of the month, including NINE new GBG ticks. A paltry return, but I beat BRAPA(eight, ha), and that’s all that matters these days.
Some highlights from Kings Lynn, Wapping and non-scary Cherry Tree in Dereham. Ooh, highlights from Norfolk and London, whodathoughtit ?
London looked both sad and magnificent, and provided the New Pub of the Month in the Ring, a proper one room boozer near Southwark station.
Though to be honest it was those return visits to the Live & Let Live and the Harp that reminded me just how much I was going to miss pubs.
I rarely rave about beer, but the Harp was as good as it gets, and the Dark Star APA (take that, Hophead) was beer of the Month.
Though the farewell pint of local Milton in my own local wasn’t far off.
Since then I’ve had a pint of Milton Nero on takeout with Crispy Beef, a glass of Malbec watching Suits, and a mild celebratory session last night after the resolution of a complex tree dispute.
3 craft cans and a BBB from Tesco. You lose track of how strong those (D)IPAs are. I felt dreadful this morning (Mrs RM was fine), and I’d have preferred a pint of Doom Bar in a Craft Union while blokes grumbled about ‘arry Kane.
DECEMBER STOCKTAKE
It’s going to be awful. Indiana might want me bit Cornwall does, so it’s a Rev Geraldine type scenario of me stuffing three “substantial” meals down me to get a mere three ticks, Frankly, three scotch eggs may be worse.
Anyway, I’ve shared my embryonic ambitions for the return of pubs (2) with you, but to be frank I may find myself a bit distracted by events yet to be confirmed in December.
We shall see.
*should probably adjust for 7 days spent in Maidenhead tbh
retiredmartin 
Hope you can get back at it. Not an easy time and over here it looks to be getting worse before it gets better. Go vaccine…
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“then November 2020 would be in the bottom 3,”
Totally understandable.
“A paltry return, but I beat BRAPA(eight, ha), and that’s all that matters these days.”
Ouch! He’s down enough as it is!*
* although he got a decent zing at you in his latest. 🙂
“Though to be honest it was those return visits to the Live & Let Live and the Harp that reminded me just how much I was going to miss pubs.”
(sigh)
“Though the farewell pint of local Milton in my own local wasn’t far off.”
(sigh) 😦
“and a mild celebratory session last night after the resolution of a complex tree dispute.”
(guffaw)
“I felt dreadful this morning (Mrs RM was fine)”
It’s called ‘conditioning’, or maybe ‘tolerance’? 🙂
“so it’s a Rev Geraldine type scenario of me stuffing three “substantial” meals down me to get a mere three ticks,”
Doggie bags or surreptitious use of Tupperware to take things home.*
* – if they complain about either one, tell them you’re stuffed. What’re they gonna do? Force feed you? 🙂
Fingers crossed!
Cheers
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That tupperware idea from BRAPA is a good un.
His dig was well crafted. 👌
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“events yet to be confirmed in December”. My breath has never been so bated.
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That’s a fine looking pint of mild there, Martin
If November really ranked amongst your three worst months ever, I’m sure we’d all like to hear what the other two were – or perhaps not?
Keep smiling, the year’s nearly over.
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Heartbreak and overwork, Paul.
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So May 1998 is one of them then.
Dire to think a month in retirement can be rated so badly by an accountant.
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May 1988 – yes, Wimbledon’s FA Cup victory was an affront to football, but I think you’ll find Bros weren’t No.1 with I Owe You Nothing till June.
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Are you deliberately a decade out there, or have you removed the entire 97-98 season from your memory?
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Still time to fit in Ted Lasso on Apple +.
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