April 2025 (last post in April !). Sheffield.
Having just had a bottle of non-alcoholic German wheat beer as a social experiment, I had 15 minutes trudge back to Mrs RM via Kelham Island.
5 minutes brought me to Alder, and you know what’s there.
Yes, yes, Pabst Blue Ribbon, which the UK just promised Donald Trump we’ll buy 3 trillion litres of, in return for reducing tariffs on Coldplay CDs by 8%. Or something.
There was a chap in a polo shirt buying his pint of Bass at the bar. A polo shirt !
“Gorgeous innit” I said. Polo shirt man looked suspicious.
But it was gorgeous, though perhaps my 5th pint of Bass since Liberation Day wasn’t quite as great in 24 degree heat as those first four.
Anyone, it’s one for at least a month, the chap says. “Once you have lost your permanent Bass outlets, weep, for you have lost the last of England“.
retiredmartin 
No tariff can change the value of PBR on tap.
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So that’s a half of Bass topped up with a can of Pabst?
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There is nothing like sitting down to a Pabst along with a chlorinated chicken sandwich or a hormone-filled burger. So very American.
Dick
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And the home, of the free.
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Anyhow, this bloke in the news all week, Chicago born, maths man, late 60s, baseball fan. Any relation?
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Only to Dave through the White Sox.
Dick
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The Sox need more divine intervention than any pope can bestow… 😀
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Not a real sport.
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Baseball, not papacy.
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Why not both?
Anyways, there’s no such thing as real sport, not since they stopped showing Indoor League with Freddie Trueman.
Ah’ll si’thee.
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That was me. Forgot to log in, probably because I was sober.
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