Tomorrow my in-laws return to Royal Tunbridge Wells (sorry, Paul) after fourteen (14) days on holiday in Sheffield, the longest ANYONE has ever spent on holiday in Sheffield.
Beyond the jokes, I’ve enjoyed taking them to some classic pubs and watching them drink more cask beer than all of Beer Twitter put together.
Though that second pint of Pale Rider in the Fat Cat (top) may have been a teeny mistake.
The Spoons in Hillsborough, one of 33 Timbo emporia they patronised, has one of those chart of all the pubs that can be bothered to pay £20 towards the production of a city pub map.
Looking at that I realise I still haven’t done Bloo ’88 (remix), Cavells Coffee House OR the two keg pubs up the hill from me in Walkley (first two on the second line). I’ll arrange to meet Sheffield Hatter there.
In the photo below, Simon “BRAPA” Everitt, Duncan “Pubmeister” McKay and myself are comparing Cornish travel plans to maximise ticks before the 2022 GBG dribbles out in late October.
Looking back I see in the last decade I’ve had a Run Rate (techie term) of between ten and a dozen pubs a week, which looked sufficient to finish the Guide by the time I reach 62 (like in the Beatles song).
But while Simon has been getting the green marker out for THIRTY-SIX ticks in a week, my own pubgoing since April 12th has seen much unprofessional drinking. i.e. a beer that doesn’t produce a new entry on the GBG spreadsheet.
Despite 130 pub visits since April, and a pub virtually every day since re-opening, only 50 have resulted in that satisfying pink tick. Last week was the first time I managed ten ticks in a week since November.
So what’s gone wrong ?, as the hotel bell boy famously asked George Best.
Frankly, I’ve just been enjoying pubs too much, particularly since the Heaventeenth. Visiting the famous pubs of Sheffield for the first time since we moved, trying out some classic keg boozers on my doorstep,
and sticking to PINTS. Lovely pints.
Pints are the killer, you try doing six pints a day and then a bonus strong one on a railway platform at the end. (oh).
But once you’ve spent five minutes checking in, downloading the App, running through a menu of identical pale beers with your “server” and fussing about that all-important CAMRA discount, it seems plain wrong to have a half. Pubs need our support, and they need pint drinkers.
And after all, you get far more satisfying lacings on pints.
*T’Other Martin (“Maltmeister”) is making tea and puns nearby.