'Give it to me BRAPA, ahah, ahah .... uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, cinco, seis'.
(And if you don't know the song, you might think I've finally flipped at this point).
I was back on the Ticking Thursday challenge (Thicking Thursday, Ticking Tursday? I'm working on a title, ok?), my latest bid is to complete South Yorkshire's merry band of GBG pubs before the 2022 drops on my doorstep in late October*.
*Privilege Club members only may apply
I was back in beautiful Barnsley, the town I lived in between 1982-84 as a sickly Twild, and a 25 minute bus ride took me to the village of Oxspring, waving along the way at our old next door neighbours who now reside in Silkstone Common.
I'd only have 25 minutes max before the bus back, so with time of the essence, you don't want to get bogged down by inconveniences like local landslides .....
Luckily, it was the other side of the village, so I jogged around the corner to this unassuming micro, built in a garage (a hobby pub if you ever saw one), a micro which spent the whole of lockdown putting pub quiz questions on their Facebook for their mates, rather than give us any useful info like when is the pub reopening. NOT that I hold grudges.
|The lovely couple|
|The roaring fire|
|The bar, plus dog on drugs|
|The proof I don't know my onions (I was disqualified for guessing 48 pickled EGGS!)|
|The comedy Covid hands|
|The boring bar no one uses|
|The main back curvy bit|
|View towards my seat under the TV|
|Pub bowling green, always a good sign|