EVERY GOOD BIRTHDAY STARTS WITH A £1.65 PINT OF ABBOT IN KILMARNOCK SPOONS

I should, perhaps, be worried that some readers might take this blog too seriously, but then I remember that anyone who does will have long ago stopped reading, blocking the words “retiredmartin“, “excellent Doom Bar” and “evil tasters”. But then again I know you’ll believe that a trip to Kilmarnock Spoons in the company of… Continue reading EVERY GOOD BIRTHDAY STARTS WITH A £1.65 PINT OF ABBOT IN KILMARNOCK SPOONS

MIXING CASK AND KEG IN MILNGAVIE

The Scottish Tickathon heads west now, towards Glasgow and one of those places that Scots pronounce wrongly to humiliate visiting English pub men. Milngavie is clearly pronounced “Miln-gar-vey” like the Elbow frontman, but oh no, it’s “Mul-guy” apparently, like the the Elbow frontman. There’s two identical Premier Inns a few yards apart a mile south… Continue reading MIXING CASK AND KEG IN MILNGAVIE