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.
retiredmartin 
Not an ecumenical matter?
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Ahhhh! You went the other way out of the station. We always ‘start’ at the Railway, usually with a breakfast stout. Plain, yes! Consistently good beer though, outstanding for what’s often the worst pub in town, aka the Station boozer. Belper’s a mini-Sheffield isn’t it, a town full of beer drinkers and pub goers. Swoon!…
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I find it funny how much selecting a beer means to most pub goers. Over 50 taps at times. There is strong appeal in the process of choosing I think. Almost a sense that the discovery of the perfect beer may happen, but beers are like spouses…one is likely enough.
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If there’s one good ‘un, go for it. Like spouses. 🎶🎶Me and Mrs Jones 🎶🎶
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That’s probably the worst strangulated inguinal hernia I’ve ever seen. No wonder the poor lad was wearing a skirt instead of trousers.
What was the joke again?
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Spelt Loch with a “k”.
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