No, not Simon ! He does that job from the Public Bar in the Sam Smiths pub near his York home, now Sir Humphrey welcomes the use of electronic devices again.
I’m writing about the Bankers Cat, which Mrs RM and I managed to pre-emptively tick in the 37 minutes between our Hebden and Sheffield connections last week. Whoever invented breaking a journey deserves an award for services to ticking.
Only a few yards from the station, though of course that means 342 steps to get out of the station, five roads to cross,
and the temptations of Tetley at the Scarbrough to pass by (next time, Scarbrough Hotel, next time).
Leeds has looked like a building site for 3 decades now, since the fleeting success of their dirty team somehow convinced they were a BIG city. I blame the bankers.
My job brought me to Leeds a few times of year, which was useful for ticking, but Mrs RM hadn’t seen it for a decade or more.
It’s impressive and colourful, and I was nearly dragged into the Griffin for an IPA,
but a little research had revealed the Bankers Cat (note lack of possessive apostrophe as bankers don’t possess cats) as the most likely banker for GBG22. Unless there’s another Head of Steam.
Mrs RM was immediately impressed with the woodwork and styling here, and the loos.
I was more impressed with a rapid cask turnover (a dozen varied pints in ten minutes) that frankly Sheffield’s Bath Hotel in Sheffield could do with.
Yes, Thornbridge‘s latest venture into the beating heart of our cities (see also: Birmingham and York). was doing a roaring trade at 15:45 on a damp Thursday, full of casual afternoon drinkers as well as the odd skiving futures trader (what future ?).
The Jaipur was a silky 3.5, the keg Bad Kitty a bit thin, the private room with its self-serve wine bar getting more appealing by the second.
But that’s the thing about me and Mrs RM. We know our limits.