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I was back in the UK extremely briefly this week. Not even a full day.
I won't go into too many details as to why, because it was a work thing. And I don't talk about that here.
Being in another country for such a short time - and almost half of it spent sleeping - is disorientating. Here's a quick check list of what I did:
Bought the Radio Times and the Christmas Viz. Got some sweets for Alexei and some salt and vinegar crisps for Andrew. Plus two bags of crumpets for me. If Andrew doesn't nab them all first.
But what about beer? Here's the really sad part. I had two bottles of Sinha in a Thai restaurant and that was it. My hotel only sold keg beer and there wasn't a pub close by. Just a Harvester. And no guarantee that would have cask. So I watched Peep Show in my hotel room.
All was not lost. There are plenty who get snotty about Wetherspoons. But there's one great service they've provided: putting decent beer into airports. I'd a while to wait for my plane. Time for a quick pint. There was nothing too exotic of weird on the bar. But there was an old favourite. A beer that rarely disappoints, unless the cellarman is a complete idiot. London Pride.
It floated down. A pleasure from first gulp to last sip. Shame I only had time for the one.
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I was back in the UK extremely briefly this week. Not even a full day.
I won't go into too many details as to why, because it was a work thing. And I don't talk about that here.
Being in another country for such a short time - and almost half of it spent sleeping - is disorientating. Here's a quick check list of what I did:
Bought the Radio Times and the Christmas Viz. Got some sweets for Alexei and some salt and vinegar crisps for Andrew. Plus two bags of crumpets for me. If Andrew doesn't nab them all first.
But what about beer? Here's the really sad part. I had two bottles of Sinha in a Thai restaurant and that was it. My hotel only sold keg beer and there wasn't a pub close by. Just a Harvester. And no guarantee that would have cask. So I watched Peep Show in my hotel room.
All was not lost. There are plenty who get snotty about Wetherspoons. But there's one great service they've provided: putting decent beer into airports. I'd a while to wait for my plane. Time for a quick pint. There was nothing too exotic of weird on the bar. But there was an old favourite. A beer that rarely disappoints, unless the cellarman is a complete idiot. London Pride.
It floated down. A pleasure from first gulp to last sip. Shame I only had time for the one.
More... (http://barclayperkins.blogspot.com/2015/11/20-hours-in-britain.html)