retiredmartin

January 2025. Meanwood. Leeds.

Right, an actual new GBG pub. If I was still attempting to complete the Guide, rather than being a Grand Master (Retd.) it would take me 3,255 years to finish, and I’d almost be into middle-age by then.

The Terminus isn’t going to compete for the Old Codger pound when they visit Leeds again,

a modern brew pub tucked down an alley between cocktail bars and the mysterious Alfred,

and Sheffield Hatter will be horrified to see a chalk board packed with homebrew murk.

I’d arrived at a minute to three, with no indication sign of the OPEN sign being turned around, and noticed a chap with a guitar* purposefully walk past me and to the bar, where he chose the weakest cask.

As did I.

And then watched as a succession of folk older me came in with guitars and headed for the upstairs room, presumably to practise renditions of “Marching On Together”. Full of character, it reminds me of that musically-driven micro in Barnsley.

Downstairs, the obligatory dog challenges me to take a seat without stepping on his tail.

The soundtrack is the incomparable Scott 4,

and coincidentally that Gulp is an NBSS 4, thick and chewy.

Will would hate it.

*You can go anywhere if you’re carrying a guitar case.