October 2023. Thackley, Bradford.
One more in West Yorkshire and it’s a rare GBG county completion.
Still a thrill, even when you’ve completed the Guide, a bit like Amundsen completing a circumnavigation of Oslo IKEA the year after ticking the North Pole or something.
Where are we ?
Thackley, north Bradford. Near the Isle Working Mens Club.
You can tell by the Tets. And the cricket ball on the bar.
Boycott scored 23 runs in a day with that ball in 1969.
What can I say. Tiny bar, not enough room to swing a dog. I make sure I don’t stand on his tail as I ask to share the table.
Full within 3 minutes of opening, the local cask OK. Actually, the other chap calls it OK too when asked, so not me being miserly.
But a jolly place, and when someone shouts “Alexa, play ANYTHING” and the landlady adds “But NOT the ******* Smith’s” I give it the benefit of the doubt.
But can we have just one year without a new north Bradford micro ? Please ?
retiredmartin 
“Not the fucking Smiths” seems like a pretty good policy.
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Nothing with any vocals at all – even if it were The Alleluia Chorus – would be better, IYAM.
But then, you’d have to do something about “Pick Up The Pieces” too…
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Playing something by The Smiths there would clearly be casting pearls before swine, but these lines from Panic would be appropriate for your West Yorkshire ticking: “On the Leeds side streets that you slip down/Provincial towns you jog ’round”.
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Ooh touched a nerve !
I was a big fan, saw them twice, and most of the critics have an almost parody view of Moz’s miserable lyrics.
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Sticking to the A657 corridor then. Nice place the Ainsbury. Its my local CAMRA branch that are responsible for all these North Bradford micros. Pity I can’t get them to visit the Hermit at Burley Woodhead, its too long a walk for most of them.
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It’s as much a reflection on the sort of business that works in North Bradford and the availability of affordable units, I guess.
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