CLAY CROSS – COUGH SWEETS & COBS

You left me after my modest huge breakfast in the Three Horseshoes, my first GBG tick 105 days into 2021. At this rate I’ll complete the Beer Guide at the age of 307.

A nice pink tick; I’m amazed my trusty Stabilo Boss hadn’t run dry.

We left the morning drinkers to their Cliff Richard, Joe Jackson and sauce ramekins and explored the little town.

Clay Cross deserves your urgent attention. Well, it does if you need an air gun.

Or a pint of John Smiths Smooth (who doesn’t ?).

Or a bag of sugar free cough sweets.
This is Smiths Creamland Ices, who kindly let me take a photo of the Barnips for future reference.
Highly recommended, and less scary than those Army & Naval herbal sweets in Wetherby.

I thought I was about to get told off by Mrs RM for not buying her a Creamland Ice, but her hand gestures were directing me towards the Amber Valley.

Down that lane is a lovely park, moat, and a library whose copy of the 1975 Beer Guide (I presume) is protected by a high tech security system.

We would have stayed for chips; NO-ONE comes to Clay Cross and doesn’t eat chips, but we’d just had breakfast.

If you visit, don’t ask for a barm;

“IT’S A COB”.

Published by retiredmartin

Retired NHS, doing long walks around UK and the world to record the great bits. Focused on Good Beer Guide pubs and live music.

16 thoughts on “CLAY CROSS – COUGH SWEETS & COBS”

      1. Stepping Out: “…get into the car and drive to the other side [of Chesterfield]”. Not quite up there with Is She Really Going Out With Him? or I’m The Man, but still pretty good for the 1980s. Top musician.

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      4. Well hey there, Sheffieldhatter, I’m well pleased to see someone else here commenting on the music references. I was quite the Joe Jackson fan back in the day, from his early albums up through “Big World,” after which I lost track of what he was up to. Certainly one of the best of his generation, can’t be argued!

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      5. Big World (’86 ?) was pretty much where I stopped, Mark. Blaze of Glory (’89) is very good but a bit like Costello he was never going to have a palpable hit after that.

        Born in Burton, brought up in Portsmouth, 2 great pub towns.

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  3. Ah, cough sweets, the friend of the office lunchtime drinker.

    It’s a cob. As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be, world without end, Amen.

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  4. “At this rate I’ll complete the Beer Guide at the age of 307.”

    That’s assuming they don’t yet more bloody spanners into the works.

    “I’m amazed my trusty Stabilo Boss hadn’t run dry.”

    So will Si when he reads this (his green one is nearly out of ink apparently).

    “We left the morning drinkers to their Cliff Richard, Joe Jackson and sauce ramekins and explored the little town.”

    Or beans in ramekins?
    (and now I’m humming ‘Is She Really Going Out With Him’)

    “Or a pint of John Smiths Smooth (who doesn’t ?).”

    It’s becoming the Doom Bar of 2021?

    “Or a bag of sugar free cough sweets.”

    Is it possible to have something sweet that is sugar free?

    “I thought I was about to get told off by Mrs RM for not buying her a Creamland Ice, but her hand gestures were directing me towards the Amber Valley.”

    Surely you knew that, or were the hand gestures similar to those during your contretemps the other day? 😉

    “and a library whose copy of the 1975 Beer Guide (I presume) is protected by a high tech security system.”

    The barb like wire on top of the wall is a dead giveaway.

    “NO-ONE comes to Clay Cross and doesn’t eat chips, but we’d just had breakfast.”

    You could’ve bought them to go. 😉

    “IT’S A COB”.

    Well, duh. I have on good authority (i.e. the Internet) that Cob is the preferred usage in the East Midlands. 🙂

    Cheers

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