December 2024. Sheffield.
Ticker Jim had set himself an ambitious schedule;
but was still on track as we left the Crow. I almost joined him for an afternoon of Northern Premier League action at Worksop, but Jim suddenly threw a pre-match brewery trip into the mix, and you know what I think of brewery taps. And “Proper” football.
So I called it quits at the Old Shoe, a place Mrs RM likes even if Will has reservations (not that sort of reservation).
I’m surprised Will hasn’t warmed to the vinyl soundtrack,
Shoedle Doodle (IDK),
and quality murk like a NBSS 4.75 Two by Two Pale.
Actually, it’s the sours and Impy Stouts that brings the middle-aged couples out on the eve of Retired Martin Day,
and Mrs RM stares intently at a brightly coloured Vault City, the Pastore of the north.
I guess, incorrectly, it’s the mulled apple sour, but actually it’s the Scottish Snowball Smoothie Sour Mrs RM wants.
Still, no permanent damage done, I think, as I wobble home and pour custard on my bowl of bombay mix.
retiredmartin 
That looks dreadful compared to Humphrey’s Old Boot in Chester.
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Vault City are, in fact, the second best Northern sour producer (and allegedly have an unfortunate financial connection with Brewdog). Holy Goat are the outfit you want to give Mrs RM a subscription to.
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