Our Thursday in Belper reaches its crescendo now, like in Sibelius 5th, as we approach the gorgeous market place at dusk.
Of course, a beer range of Pedi and Razorback gives you a summary of “a lively popular town pub” on What Pub, but squeals of delight from Old Codgers.
Not my round (“Is it ever ?” says Dave) so I shout “Half of Pedi please” and head for the window seat with the Banks’s pump and classic lighting for company,
while the rest of the Codgers stand at the bar.
What can they possibly be deciding ?
Only one choice, and a classic sulphurous drop of Marston’s finest (until it starts supplying Bass again).
This was the busiest pub of the day, 20 or so in before 4pm, which is quite something.
NB For anyone expecting a Marillion video based on the title, you’re out of luck. But Sheffield Jeff, which I expect I’ve spelt wrong, had seen Aylesbury’s finest (or was that Howard Jones ?). In fact he’d seen EVERYONE who we heard playing on the stereo that Belper afternoon. Even Suede.
But not Sibelius. Serious omission there.