OK, cobs not baps.
On with the Derby Bass hunt. As many will tell you, much that is good about the British pub lies outside the Good Beer Guide.
I headed towards the Five Lamps, but then remembered this little gem.
I’m not sure the Woodlark has been in the GBG, a bloke in a micro suggested it to me, but Rev James and Bass aren’t enough for Guide entry these days.
Either that, or the wonky Bass pump clip counts against it.
It’s a wonky sort of pub, I guess.
The jukebox is, anyway, Some metalcore gives way to “Knowing Me, Knowing You” and then some vintage crooning. No-one seems entirely happy with the choices.
Apart from me. Bass £3.30, drier than at the Old Bell and consequently a bit better (3.5), and a freshly prepared cheese and onion roll for a couple of quid. I am the happiest man alive.
Lacings never lie.
John returns his Dancing Duck glass to the bar.
“‘nother one John ?“
A man must know his limits, just as I do. I follow John out.
“See ya duck”.