Pubs just don't open in the week anymore. That is the conclusion I'm rapidly coming to. And it is not like I'm trying to visit a rural Welsh pub on a hill in early January. These are places in built up areas, on main roads, at the height of summer. I was planning a trip tonight, a Thursday, but I've had to postpone because one of the pubs on my radar doesn't open til 5pm Friday! It ain't even a micro.
Anyway, let's not moan, the BRAPA way is 'optimism rules all', it has to be this way if we are to succeed. And you are on this journey with me, so if I fail, you are at least 0.001% responsible too.
We went into Thursday 29th July with just SIX West Yorkshire pubs left to 'green up'. Two were near-ish Bradford. Neither open Mon-Wed, and neither had been open much at all of late. Tonight is the night (as those famous poets McFly once observed).
I found myself in Shipley, leaning on a boarded up shop, nodding at a few tracksuited locals at a bus stop outside Home Bargains. One lady, noticing the bus is delayed, rushes into HB for a last gasp Crunchie. She returns looking jubilant, bus just pulling up. This is real life.
|I will read anything to alleviate boredom, but I won't read that|