“I want you to get massively behind on your blog” says Mrs RM as she drives me kicking and screaming round another half dozen pubs yesterday.
Last week we made a much needed trip into North Wales, which from our overnighter in Eccles only took 90 minutes.
Honestly, Llangollen is gorgeous, isn’t it ?
Shame it’s full of Scousers.
I’m only paying for 60p worth of parking, just enough for a quick half in the GBG Three Eagles, which was the Wynnstay Arms when it double booked our room in 1996, forcing us to find another B & B at short notice. I hadn’t forgiven it.
And I soon found out there’s no such thing as a quick half at the Three Eagles, which placed a greeter at the door and insisted we have table service.
While Mrs RM distracted them. I dashed for the bar to find a lone Doom Bar pump.
Well, that cheered me up, till I tasted it. Not returnable, and since you’re not allowed to enter the bar that would have been impossible anyway, just meh.
More attention on the pets than the pumps.
And nice loos. I worked with the branch secretary of Eagle fanzine in the 90s. He was exactly what you’d expect.
“Can I tip the beer in the plant pot then ? ” asked Mrs RM.
“Will it kill the pl…“. Too late.
Anyway. It wasn’t me. And I feel guilty now because the Doom Bar wasn’t even THAT bad.
But that’ll teach you for double booking us 25 years ago.