“The village used to be all one really needs
Now it’s filled with hundreds and hundreds of chemicals
That mostly surround you, you wish to flee
But it’s not like you, so listen to me, listen to me”
“Roscoe” – Midlake
Happy Sunday 14th, or “retiredmartin vaccination day” as it will shortly be known.
Before I set off to Wakefield I have your daily dose of Americana and a report on the opening of a new “pub” that might be a pre-emptive tick for GBG23.
As you know, us Beer Twitter folk will attend the opening of an empty envelope with the word “awesome” on it, so an offie run by Neepsend Brewery on a street I’d never heard of is unmissable.
Neepsend supply the legendary Blake (the one with the handrail to help you get up the street),
and the equally legendary Wellington,
and it’s only fair they get in on the canned action.
Their shop has an outside space round the corner from the Welly that might be useful when we get a summer of uninterrupted beery bliss, but for now I recommend you go there for your 9% stouts, cheery smiles and the owner’s breweriana collection.
My offer for the Bass mirror was cruelly dismissed with a laugh.
I arrived on the dot of opening, pipped by the Luton Legend, seen sporting the rare away strip face mask.
I was just about to ask “Got any Stones, like ?“
But Will directed me to something called Gogmagog that was both wondrous and hugely inadvisable when Mrs RM declined to share it with me.