It’s seven days till we can go INSIDE a pub again, lads and lasses. Trips to the loo don’t count. I need a good term to describe May 17th, really, after the Glorious 12th became such a hit.
Kevin Rowland sang about his keenness to return to his local Bearwood Ember Inn back in 1980;
The chap in the front with the giant suitcase full of Beer Guides, half-baked plans to visit the Birmingham Senior League grounds and a moth is a youthful Duncan.
Writing about meeting Jeff (sp ?) in Buxton this morning reminds me it’s two years since that trip.
On that occasion we managed to get Ian “Bass” Wickingman off the Bass and onto Tetley, a promising Black Country microbrew.
Just in time for the Proper return of pubs, the Bass seems to have run out, at least in its spiritual home of the North East.
But pubs aren’t about beer, they’re about banter, and not just the sort of bloke banter you get on the Beer and Pubs Forum.
By far the highlight of the Buxton trip was the cultural melting pot which was the Monk.
Even Curry Charles felt welcome, and he’s Scottish.
Let the countdown commence.