21 September 2021. Yes, that’s how far I am behind on these posts, which I’m temporarily having to type with chubby fingers on the phone. It’ll probably mean the photos look odd again but tough.
15 minutes from Shipley to Leeds. 15 minutes dominated by suits talking about “factoring in disbursements”, which sounds like a DIPA in Leeds Brewery Tap.
Mrs RM is warming to L***s. She likes shiny things.
“Shall we get a beer before George” she asked, staring at O’Neills.
I ushered her round the corner to another Leeds institution, one I hadn’t been in since I made regular work trips to the Kremlin a decade ago.
You know the Scarbrough, the Tetley flagship, the symphony in brown.
I’d never seen it so quiet after work. OK, still nicely ticking over and I won’t complain about getting a seat for once.
Either the Salary Men are still working from home in York flats or pubs are in trouble.
Still, the office workers loss is the gain of the tourist, as we got to admire the majesty of the interior, bloke in Theatre of Hate jacket, Rugby League memorabilia and all.
A really great welcome at the bar cheered further, but my heart sank as I noted the absence of our old friend.
No Tetley! Delivery issues, apparently, so Black Sheep and Purity for Mrs RM, who is as pure as the driven snow as Kim Carnes sang.
Well, they were both wonderful. Less (pumps) certainly means more (quality), and these were 2 cool, clean NBSS 4 pints. Mrs RM necked hers in about 7 minutes, and would have stayed for another if George wasn’t calling.
But which George ?