retiredmartin

July 2025. Glasgow.

A string of pubs along studenty Argyle Street (red ones are GBG, white is our Brew Dog),

a street leading past the majestic Kelvingrove Gallery, where I make a note to “Do the culture“.

Hard to believe, but this little blog is about to reach its 10th anniversary, and you know how fastidious I am about anniversaries. It takes a great deal of effort to ensure that both Mrs RM and I forget our wedding ON THE SAME DATE each year. Every day is worthy of celebration, folks.

A very early post was on the newish BrewDog bar opposite Kelvingrove, a mere 76 words that would have made a dull tweet, and suffered from a lack of photos/insight/prices/beer descriptions in 2015.

So I can’t tell you what they have in 2025, and note that a pint of Punk will cost you £6.65, nearly £3 more than in my nearest Spoons.

I seem to have forgotten that Duncan is called Pubmeister due to a medical condition that makes it impossible to walk past an open pub. Blackpool Jane has a similar diagnosis.

And so we have an almost immediate diversion from my ticking route to enjoy an unexpected guest stout from Belfast’s Boundary Brewing. It’s keg, but it’s from Belfast, so their tap will probably be in the GBG.

It’s not great, thin and “meh”. A bit like Brew Dog, who I clearly used to like a lot, if only for the broccoli salads. But at least, on occasion, they seem to make an effort with sourcing interesting guests. Remember that mead in Sheffield last year (no, I can’t).