retiredmartin

Apologies to subscribers for the lack of a post yesterday. I’m currently in a field, in Wiltshire, like in the Pulp song. No e’s and whizz or WiFi.

Except in the craft bar with it’s £7.50 pints from Lost and Grounded. Cunning, eh?

A last pre-End of the Road pint with Will, who is a great bloke whatever they say on Discourse.

We followed the Red Deer with the Dog and Partridge, where I insisted we ALL have the Aprico beer from Stancil.

Well, would YOU trust the Stones or that Dr Morton’s Sword Swallowing Salve ?

Three beer “experts”, one was perplexed, one said “mmm”, one said “ugh. Why did you get three the same you twat”.

So Mrs RM went back and got herself the Northern Irish keg,

and ordered the sort of Irish burgers,

and wallowed in the Fureys, and wondered at how authentic the Irish pub experience is, unless you’ve been to the Crown Liquor Saloon. Now that’s Irish.

If only those CAMRA activists hadn’t commandeered my favourite Sheffield pub room.