MAD DOGS AND ENGLISHMEN…

At last, the Merseyside micros end (good though they were) and you get a Proper Pub.

A minor classic too, the Plasterers Arms in Hoylake the sort of place to restore your faith in suburban midweek drinking.

Tucked in the back streets, minutes from the beach, I thought for a second I might not get a seat before realising they’d left me one right in the centre of the action.

Nearly dived for it before remembering you have to collect your own beer now, though a bit of informal table service seemed to have survived.

Don’t get too excited, but this seemed to have a touch of Chester’s Olde Cottage about it.

At the bar, a chap asked the barmaid for icecubes for his dog. “In a cup ?”

“Nah, in my hand will do”.

Try that in the Brunning & Price in Tranmere.

Bench seating, boring beautiful beers, Old Boys holding forth on pointless subjects.

Loads of cask pulled, mainly Boltmaker (“It’s Best”shouted someone), so I had to have it. Good enough, I thought, but I so rarely rave about Tim Taylors these days.

A chap in waistcoat and jacket was getting mildly ribbed.

“Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun dressed like you”.

“One must keep up the sartorial standards”.

3 days into “Freedom”, pub life was returning. I was the only one wearing a mask at the bar. I pass no judgement.

Sadly, with pub life comes pub humour.

“What do you call a sheep tied to a lamppost in Cardiff”

“Dunno”

“A leisure centre”

8 thoughts on “MAD DOGS AND ENGLISHMEN…

  1. From what I can tell, the legacy comfort-blanket wearers are just looked at with pity now.

    Just off a busy Hull to Scarborough train which was 95% of people in their birthday face. Felt good!

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