Tonight’s bonus blog post is about search engine terms.
I always wonder how some folk reach my blog through Google. Do they type in “Great pub blogging“, or “DIY tips“, or “unlistenable modern music suggestions” ?
Apparently not. These are the four largest discrete search terms on retiredmartin this month;
I like the idea of someone just typing on “oooooh” and reaching my blog and would like it on my gravestone.
Meanwhile, type “Sheffield” in to What Pub and you get a similarly odd listing of pubs, none of them your expected beery classics.
Which I guess is a reminder that Sheffield may have 30 GBG entries, and as many again that would make the cut in Guildford or Grimsby, the vast majority of the city’s pubs aren’t that beer driven.
My in-laws let slip that they’d been to the Bessemer, No.1 on that list, after Mass at the Catholic Cathedral. Without me. I was, frankly, ashamed my father-in-law had been to a pub I hadn’t, and set out on Monday to rectify that omission.
I took the route through Kelham so I could capture some more of that street art you love.
The actual beating heart of Sheffield, which houses the Bessemer, the British Coal Staff Scheme and Humpit* Vegan Restaurant, the Bess is not, perhaps, the best advert for the “Beer Capital of Britain” (ugh).
ALL THE PUBS IN SHEFFIELD ON FOOT No. 31 – The Bessemer
But I won’t have a word said about Stonegate. Not since they started giving the CAMRAs 50p off a pint. Not that I’ve felt able to use those vouchers to save pubs since April 12th. How could you, in a world of Apps and overworked staff.
The Bessemer is a quarter full at 15:15 on Monday, Scotland v the Czechs somehow failing to fill the bench seats.
I take the high
road seats, the better to enjoy the atmosphere created by the bangin’ soundtrack;
Yes, it’s the Stonegate “Fun Pub“, the one for mature customers with glitter balls and big screens and puns on Lionel Richie and Bowie and a soundtrack of Marvin and The Beatles. A pub for the not-quite-yet gentlefolk.
No-one seems to be watching the Scots game attempts to win set pieces, and with the volume set to mute so you don’t sing “Flower of Scotland” (though you can sing along to Hanson) it’s a sterile atmosphere.
I’m encouraged to use the Stonegate App, which delivers me a pint of Bombardier at Spoons prices, expertly held by the rim and served in a Landlord glass.
It’s also about 13 degrees, I reckon, and tastes like the first one pulled, even at 15:30. NBSS 2, I note.
But after a while during which nothing happened, I started to wonder if the menthol and eucalyptus sweet I’d crunched an hour earlier might have influenced my Sommelier-like judgement, and if I’d claimed that 10% discount it might have scraped a 3. I should have asked my father-in-law what he scored it, but he seemed more impressed by the chips.
And then they play Freda Payne’s “Band of Gold”, and I make it my Pub of the Day.
*Houmous & Pitta, Russ