Beer: Roman Way Prūnum Plum Porter 4.4%, Purity Mad Goose 4.2%
Back home to the Bricks post-Prague. AJK and L8s out.
Love Pilsner Urquell as I do, it’s nice to get back to some proper beer. The plum porter seems just on the way out – but variation, even in quality, is refreshing. Mad Goose much better.
Nice to be home, innit? We sit, in the front bar… I’ve got a feeling that, on the quiet, after thirty-five years, we’re almost accepted as bone fide front bar customers. I don’t necessarily think it’s our natural place but I think we’re on the road to being regarded as acceptable clientele. Standards must be slipping.
Anyway, yes. The front bar, nice though it is, is rather dominated by the huge great telly when the huge great telly is on. The telly is on tonight. Tonight it’s screening the Wheelchair Rugby League Final. England v France.
I don’t honestly understand rugby, let alone rugby league, let alone wheelchair rugby league. The rest of the front bar have grasped the nuances – and they’re shouting, nay screaming, for ENGLAND!
Johnny Pyper is a hero. He, unlike we, will never be down The Brickies – shouting at the telly – when the Town are on. Home or away, JP will be there at the match. I’d have thought/hoped he’d not be an “at the telly screamer”. But he is. Big time; for wheelchair rugby.
Not us; but what does that say about us? Not supportive? Lacking communal enthusiasm? Can’t accept the wheelchair code? I don’t know. I don’t know what’s going off out there.
We’re happy to carry on drinking and, what with coming up against this unexpected patriotic juggernaut, soused chat turns onto our thoughts and reservations over the upcoming Qatar World Cup. I’m not at all bothered, but fear I’ll probably get begrudgingly interested if England progress… that it’s bollocksed up domestic football for six weeks is an effin’ disgrace. F***in’ FIFA, corrupt b*stards…
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