I DID get out today, and tomorrow you can look forward to photos like this;
I know how you love closed pubs.
But while I have time on my hands, I thought I’d bring you some highlights from blogs I follow (where follow = look at pictures. Starting with Pubmeister, the man that’s actually DONE what BRAPA, and Maltmeister and me aspire to match.
He certainly got around, despite the mid-season “hiatus”, as we tickers call Lockdown 1.
Duncan seemed quite shy about doing a highlights package, so I’ll do one for him (in 2 parts). He was a bit food obsessed in 2020, clearly pre-empting the “substantial meal” craze.
Israel is a long way to go for moths, but the breakfast looked spectacular.
Barton-on-Humber is a long way to go to meet the legendary Tom Irvin (and friend),
but the Snyders pretzels in Cleethorpes look good.
Lisbon is a long way to go to hide Bic razors under a hedge, but at least there was free nibbles with the cards, and “Craft Beer Bar” had early vials of the Russian Covid vaccine Sputnik, which is nice.
is a long way to go for a Wimpy, but there’s only 67 left in the UK, apparently.
Tallin seemed a long way to go to drink murk, and there’s no pics of deep fried herring in schnapps, and Duncan seems to have been a bit late for DJ Butt Plug who I understand only plays Thompson Twins 7″s.
Which seems a good place to stop for now. Part II is even more exciting, as Duncan tackles Coalville.