The third of my trio of Cardiff Guide ticks, and a stroll across Bute Park,
via this Government building which looks a complete rip-off of Low’s Double Negative album cover.
Weirdly, I took a photo of this unremarkable but haunting tree,
which I now realise bares more than a passing resemblance to Ones and Sixes.
If Low’s next album is a picture of a suburban Cardiff Brain’s pub at dusk, you read it here first.
I’m trying to make the Romily sound more exciting than it is. And goodness know, a line-up of Pedi, Bitter and Hobgoblin is more likely to excite me than anyone in the blogoshphere.
But as I’ve been saying for a while, those old Brains pubs had been neutered by opening out and pink food. Perhaps that’s why Marston’s bought them.
The interior is pubby but plain, the barperson wonderfully cheery. My first temperature check since Selby, and hopefully the last of the pandemic. Quality equipment, by the way.
Back in Aldershot, Maltmeister commented (double) negatively on the state of my spectacles. Perhaps Malt had told the lady, as she offered to clean my glasses with the special pub solution (possibly gin).
She thus became the ONLY person, other than my Mum, to clean my glasses for me, and will surely win a retiredmartin award come 1 January 2023.
After that excitement, the pub would struggle a bit. Four in at Welsh tea time (6pm) discussing cirrhosis of the hair. “I’ve tried every shampoo”.
Earth Wind & Fire sang “Let’s Groove“; they were talking to the wrong crowd. I finished a pint of Brain’s that found some aftertaste late on and headed for town, asking Twitter for guidance.