|These blog titles write themselves don't they?|
Breaking news as I travelled down to London from York on the morning of Saturday 31st October (Hallowe'en fittingly). Rumours were circulating that a government leek (not a cauliflower) has announced a second national lockdown is imminent, shutting English pubs for the next month. Nooooo! The new Good Beer Guide had only been out officially for two days. I didn't want to believe it, but best to get totally rat arsed today just to be on the safe side.
"So you gotta feel for me baby, feeeeeeeel for me baby, and gimme some pub".
From King's Cross to Liverpool Street, and then onto Roachford, sorry Rochford. I always imagined it would 'pair well' with Southend, but last week, I had enough to go at so it was back down today, with Dad & Tom unable to make it to Swindon, which had been the original plan. Tom's Mum has a Hallowe'en birthday, there's a joke in there I'm not brave enough to make!
The best pubs are just effortless aren't they?