January 2024. Preston.
Last post from last Saturday in our premier pub city (I think it really is), then you get a St Helens write-up.
Iron Fist in the Vinyl Tap, hairy fist in the Ferret,
A rather unnecessary stamp to prove you’ve paid your fiver for a night of quirky alt pop in the Ferret, where I felt a bit like this chap in the loos.
Great loos, by the by.
The Ferret had been in the Guide recently, and I challenge you to find better cask in a music venue.
Farm Yard Sheaf an easy NBSS 4.
We bagged the table round the corner where the actual Laura J Martin sat next to us !
“How is she not famous ?” asks Mrs RM. I have no answer.
Mrs RM surveys the jelly sharks.
It’s what you need after fish and chips, pork pie and currywurst.
You’ll remember Laura from these pages, most recently in Leeds.
A genius. Unlike me, unable to upload snippets of video to this post.
And we felt fine as we left for our Premier Inn and a Mick’s Mixed Grill.
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