Yesterday I met an old mate in Manchester for an hour as he and his wife passed through. It was in a pub near the main railway station that I visit now and then when I get a train. While waiting, an old guy came up to me and asked "What day is it?". Tuesday I replied confidently. "And what date?" Aha. He had me there. Now that I'm retired dates have little daily significance. My various electronic devices provide me with them. Dates are on a need to know basis for me now. I consulted my phone and told him. "9th October." Off he went. Some minutes later he was back with a scrap of paper on which he'd written his newly acquired information. He presented it to me. "Check that for me will you?". Priceless stuff which makes a nice little anecdote.
Today I'm off to Ironbridge and tomorrow Shrewsbury. Me and three old friends go off every year on such a journey. I have written about some of it in this blog. I'm glad about going to Ironbridge. We've been before quite a few times and as I always regard the Black Country in particular ,as a crucible, not just of the Industrial Revolution, but of good pubs, I'm looking forward to it. Shrewsbury is a great place to drink too. It's another old haunt, but I'm sure that we'll find new places on the way.
I hope to have more anecdotes for you, but even if I don't, I'm going to the pub in a big way over the next three days. How good is that?
For those awaiting my post on the IndymanBeerCon. Next week. My verdict.
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