September 2024. Dronfield.
What started two hours ago as a quick couple of pints in a new (but nearby) town had turned into a bit of a session by the time I left the Underdog with 12 minutes till the train left.
12 minutes ? That’s 3 minutes walk back, a minute for a wee (NOT on the platform), that leaves almost 10 minutes to nip in the Beer Stop to buy Mrs RM a can.
It’s tiny, but they’ve still managed to squeeze in six keg taps.
That’s six too many for some, of course.
There’s a chap at the bar seeking beer advice as he’s about to go off to a parents evening and “I can’t be too pissed !“. NO ! get p****d and say something inappropriate to your lad’s French teacher, I silently think.
“Do you have anything very strong ?” I ask, when it’s my turn.
Obviously, it’s an Imperial Stout (top). Why aren’t there any 11% shandys (shandies ?).
“It’s not for me !” I squeak.
I take my loo opportunity,
and realise I still have one minute spare in my schedule. That’s enough for a Lost & Grounded Pale, surely.
“It;s gluten free ?” says the chap, in case I’m allergic to gluten free beers. It’s lovely,
and my only regret is that I failed to find the mysterious Platform 1 marked on the Untappd map.
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