I’m now desperate to catch up on the blog, but clearly not desperate enough to actually stop visiting pubs to stop the backlog increasing. TWO (2) pubs on 25 December, the best of times, the worst of times.
Back to My Birthday Eve, and a real Bucket List moment as I finally tick the trio of Guide entries on the Firth of Clyde that have been taunting me for a decade.
North Glasgow and Dumbartonshire is not a hotbed of cask. If CAMRA members did enact the boycott of Tim Martin they threaten on Discourse there’d be next to nothing in the GBG on that map above and you know how much us tickers love to explore the towns that time forgot.
I have to spend 20 minutes at Hyndland Station. I very nearly got off at Anniesland to redo the Spoons and then dash for the station but it wasn’t even a good Spoons.
Instead I looked for something to tell you about Hyndland, the Edgware of the North.
But I failed. And I failed to find a loo, or a bush, at the station. They have better bladders in Glasgow.
I was last in Helensburgh, an affluent coastal town according to Wiki, in 2007 when I pushed in front of someone queueing for the Hill House. I’d actually assumed they were dead they were moving so slow.
Tandleman has good pictures of the town on his blog (e.g. here), I was in a rush so I can offer you this memorial to one of west Scotland’s many industrial and scientific giants (see also : Ivor Tiefenbrun).
Henry Bell, inventor of the first paddle steamer that allowed GBG tickers to complete tricky bits of Scotland is commemorated in the Spoons conversion of a furniture shop.
You’ll be aware that the Scottish Parliament intends to outlaw “first footing”, the ancient practice of placing your grubby shoe on a new (and unique) Wetherspoons carpet. So I got in just in time (top photo).
Blimey, have you ever seen a Spoons so empty at 5pm ?
Well, I have; they’ve nearly all been this quiet since we were told to desert pubs.
You never thought you’d feel sorry for Tim Martin, did you ?
Beers from all your favourite places on the bar, but I always go for the Strathaven so that Duncan can tell me off for my pronunciation (it’s Straff-hey-van) when he meets me.
It was the epitome of OK (2.5), cool and nicely foamy but a bit lacking in sparkle. I never saw a pint of anything cask pulled while I was there. Even the king of cask had a G & T when he was there in the summer and perhaps I should have followed his lead.
Note the ambitious pricing of the Doom Bar, the UK’s favourite beer.
Two pounds and ten pence ! NO-ONE is paying that, surely ?