After a few hours working in the shed, and a shower to de-muck myself, I caught a bus to town. To buy a lampshade.
Feeling somewhat stressed after my shopping experience, I needed to find somewhere to rest and unwind. I’m now in the Town Mouse, where the landlorn embarrassingly greeted me by name. Still, I have a nice pint of Almasty pilsner.
If you’ve not yet tried it, the Town Mouse is a great little bar (micropub), with a most pleasant owner.
It’s some time since we’d been to Charters, in Peterborough. There’ve been some changes.
I quite like the new look. An improved range of beer too.
Our local now has candles on tables. And sofas.
But some improvements are still possible.
It’s so refreshing that my local’s charity bucket has switched to an ethical cause.
One of three old pubs in/off our street that’ closed since I moved to Gateshead, the Queens Head was, according to the planning application, to be converted into bedsits. We’d had some concerns that this could result in cut price rentals for local Lambrini drinkers (straight from the bottle, that is).
However, our fears have now been allayed.
This evening, after a visit to see grandchildren, and with a day off tomorrow, I may have spent too much time with Eddie Noack.
And some other blokes. I shall endeavour to take (drag) my second in command along one Thursday evening.
Time was also spent with, Eels, Sam Baker and Cyndi Lauper.
We live on a big hill. Today we walked down to the Schooner. After a beer there, we walked across the river to the Tyne bar.
And then along the (other) river to the Cluny.
Where we had decent food.
And, now, we’re in the Cumberland Arms. Or, rather, outside it. Good music on a Sunday afternoon.
Most of these places also involved hills.
Sadly, Craig David has passed away. Like many other people over the past few years, I’ve posted pictures of the Free Trade Inn pubcat.
The place just won’t be the same.
After a visit to the vegan festival in town, we’re now in Lady Grey’s. Where the barman laughed at Suzy’s No, Gary, not Jakehead.
I’ve just re-noticed the takeaway place across the road. The middle part of the sign is missing, but the older one underneath fills the gap almost perfectly.
When I was around 14 years old, I developed a dislike of Gyles Brandreth.
He appeared in a childrens’ TV series called puzzle party. Mr Brandreth actually sang the (terrible) theme tune for the series.
The series was awful, with children having to do silly things for … Well, points.
Anyway, Mr Brandreth, the host, simply annoyed the fuck out of me.
Years later, he appeared as a Tory MP, then as an occasional guest on BBC 1`s the One Show.
Little has changed since my teenage years. His Tory-ness compounds my dislike of him.
Is it true a Gnu only comes from Peru?