After yesterday’s announcement I know you’re all worrying about the big day.
What WILL I be able to do on my 56th birthday on Tuesday (22nd December). I don’t know.
One thing is certain; it won’t be as good as last year.
which capped a breathless month travelling the country.
Eighty (80) new GBG ticks and seven counties in December ’19; as good as pub life gets.
while there were some truly great boozers in rural Poland in 2016.
But this year, I’m doomed, condemned to Tier 3 torment with neither ticks nor terrible karaoke to make my day. Takeaway beer is all well and good, but no match for a pint of keg Stones Bitter in a warm boozer.
So here’s a challenge for you.
Look at the map and find me somewhere to go on Tuesday.
Somewhere new, obviously. Somewhere I can get a can of Tetley and a kebab and scare pigeons (doesn’t take much). Manor Estate sounds a laugh.
Anyone who says “Waterbeach” gets blocked.