Greetings from Stafford Station, where Paul Mudge has just introduced me to the joys of the Railway, a wonderful pub.
A week ago the Sheffield Codgers, whose album of Dylan covers would make a great Christmas present, were heading for Belper pub No.2.
Yes, a bit plain, bit that’s Lincoln Green for you.
Inside you’ll find a smart Proper Pub in the Joules mould, and that’s OK.
Too many beers, of course, but that’s designed to have beer tickers creating a frisson of excitement at the bar by having to choose from identical beers.
It seemed to work.
It wasn’t my round, so I just found a seat and shouted ” Anything please” which seemed to work as the Sherwood Foresters was cool and rich. A worthy GBG debut.
Oh, and I lied to you. It was actually this place, not the Devonshire, with the CAMRA memorabilia.
But I’ll spare you a repeat of the joke.
I am sure the Gents at the Railway contained the best collection of saucy postcards outside a Toby Carvery.
Whether that’s enough to get you to head there now is a private matter.