Blimey ! More pictures of beer as my blog header, what’s going wrong.
Back to Rushcliffe (aka Kenneth Clarke country) for a second tick. I’m really speeding up now.
East Leake is neighbours with Gotham, Zouch, Bunny, Sutton “Chris” Bonnington and the ultra-mysterious West Leake.
Sadly, it was raining intermittently, despite my presence, and the best photo I can bring you is not especially representative of a large village I thought I’d seen the last of in 2018.
Or perhaps it IS representative.
Life After Football was here recently, but I don’t think that’s his scooter (his is posher).
LAF loved the Nag’s Head, even though he was confined outside and missed a cheery if modern interior with deodorant helpfully placed next to the candle.
LAF had Bass, but sadly that had gone by the time I arrived and I had to have a foamy Dancing Duck (NBSS 3+). Obviously I accepted the loyalty card; my collection of those now exceeds 3,709.
There was a good mix of custom, and particularly nice to see the gentlefolk back arguing about ribeye and Brentford FC over the sound of Stereophonics (ugh).
Then the Brentford fan ordered a Doom Bar, the way you’d order a Duchesse de Bourgogne on draft.
Wait, what ? Doom Bar ? I asked the genial young chap at the bar about the Bass and he admitted they only had one Proper Beer (it may have been “National Brand” actually) on at a time.
I had a half, which was rather good and would have been even better if he hadn’t whipped my pint glass away before I could decant the amber nectar into it.
“What’s special about Brentford’s old ground” asked the Doom Barster.
“Pub on every ground, mostly London Pride” I offered on the way out.
It’s nice to have my pub knowledge recognised, but even nicer to follow up a Doom Bar in a GBG pub with fish, chips and curry sauce from the East Leake Fish Bar for £5.49*.
LAF seemed to miss out on that deal, but then he’s an athlete.
*I see I had an excellent Chinese takeaway here in 2018 so perhaps a house move is in order.