LifeafterFootball is one of the best, getting much love for his recent Wyatt Riot, not forgetting Ooh Aah Everards amongst others, whilst RetiredMartin is always wowing the crowds with Perthfection, Carrbridge Over Untroubled Waters and Maiden (Giving) Head though I may've made the last one up.
So when I visit Drax and Kellington in the same day in the run up to Hallowe'en and my brain realises how much it sounds like Jack Skellington, of Nightmare Before Christmas fame, I'm giving myself a massive pat on the back and expecting all the plaudits. Alas, no. Say 'Burton' to the majority of my ageing readership and they're not so much thinking Quirky Dark Gothic Horror film makers called Tim, as towns in Staffordshire with funny red triangles on their beer.
My gravestone will ultimately read "A Wasted Talent", but people probably won't get that either. At least Andrea Bocelli has named his new album 'Si Forever'. Nice to see someone cares.
Now I've nicely worked myself up into a persecuted mindset, let's get to an utter shit pub shall we?
|The Sandbags but definitely not the Gladrags|
At least we could end the trip on a high, and having been to a pub in the shadow of Eggborough Power Station, we got to go to Drax (oh, and I'd like to thank the Twitterer who pointed out I was wrong to say Ferrybridge has been knocked down, because there are actually still three cooling towers standing .... top P.S. info there).
Drax Sports & Social Club (1600 / 2817) has been knocking on the GBG door for a couple of years now, not that I made it as a preemptive, but certainly worth the wait. It felt as though the Five Miles From Anywhere in the Fens rang the Clowne Club in Derbyshire and said 'let's combine our styles to produce a super club, but it has to have the biggest car park in living memory, stupidly generous opening hours and about a million events planned, oh, and it has to be in the shadow of a power station'. You can tell a decent 'tick' when Dad repeats about five times, the now classic BRAPA phrase "I could bring yer mother 'ere" and he could, and should. 'Simpliciter Optimus' is their Latin slogan (it was Shittilier Maximus in Selby), and some quality ales, snooker tables galore, some nice but non pretentious food, a Gary Barlow tribute, gym, golf course and Twild area were just some of the things I witnessed in this incredible complex. As if the GBG lists 'no symbols' as a few people have pointed out, it probably needs pretty much the full set!
|Blokes forget where the snooker tables are|
|Had they sold Bass, Drax Bass could've been a better title|
|I'm good, where is my free ice cream?|
So there we go, best not push myself any harder as I had an epic day in Stockport planned for tomorrow which I'll tell you all about in two parts coming next, not that I can remember what happened. But I always seem to say that!