This week I told you I was finding it hard to get back into the routine of ticking, like Chris Tavare struggling to recover his dogged resistance after a week of ODIs and 20/20s, I guess.
My next tick in came in the Junction, a micropub 2 miles from Burton only open Friday and Saturday nights(!). So I had to forsake the attentions of Bass in the Coopers and the Swan and the Elms, and whatever BBB Repton might offer, in favour of homebrew from Blythe in a converted hairdressers salon.
“What am I doing” I thought, walking past the faggots and peas at the Pirelli later, “I could have been in a Proper Pub drinking Bass“.
And why does Stretton even need a micro ? It’s already got Bass and Pedi and GK IPA !
But let’s be fair; many people LOVE the atmosphere of micros, the way they prefers Gino’s Trattoria to Pizza Express, and it’s great to see folk going out with their mates again after all this time.
I get the last table, again, and feel a little self-conscious about occupying a table for four but the cheery landlord is reassuring. Still, with little chance of conversation across the table I just admire the Yamaha and neck a half.
Yes, decent lacings, but it’s no Bass, is it ?