I have posts on well over 200 pubs, curries, and Duncan knees to bring you before I start a countdown of The Final 22, so let’s get back to mid June.
Back in 1985 I’d attended The Longest Day festival at Milton Keynes Bowl;
Now I find it WASN’T on the longest day anyway and want my £12 back. All I remember is being parched and hoping U2 would end so I could get a bottle of water. Everyone else remembers a deluge.
In 2022 I set off for the Isle of Man on the cheapest train from Sheffield with the maniac plan of taking the overnight ferry from Heysham, on the heroic assumption of some sleep at the terminal.
As BRAPA knows, one has to travel in hope, or all is lost (like his 2019 GBG).
A change at Platform 13 at Manchester, where a man old enough to know better is playing Pet Shop Boys videos (“Being Boring“, Mark) at ear splitting volume. Why is everything so loud these days ?
The plan is to make a lazy journey from Lancaster station towards Heysham port, and AVOID UNECESSARY PUBS since I’ve ticked Lancashire already and don’t do pre-emptives.
Oh dear, who could resist this;
Nice place, but the county town has never impressed me much pubwise, as Shania Twain memorably sang in 1997.
But that’s just changed;
How hadn’t I noticed the construction of Tite & Locke (named after the two (2) Lancaster City centre backs from their 4th place finish in the Northern Premier League in 1976) before ?
It’s gorgeous, and friendly, and offers straight or handle, and spacious, with proper seating.
And had the beers listed in the weirdest way so far.
The Lancaster Blonde, a bellwether pint, is cool and clear (3.5) and frankly the station pub is a better advert for their beers than that industrial estate place. Though that one does have ice cream outside.
The nice barperson stops to offer me a little tour of the place, the soundtrack is clearly aimed at BRAPA, and all it needs is a bit more custom.
If I WAS concerned about pre-emptives (GBG 24, given it only opened this year), this is a cert.
Lacings don’t lie…