The all-new Horse and Jockey...

...is a bit of a country pub in town. Kate and Dunk both said, independently of each other, that it reminds them of a place back home. It reminded me of a place that I'd visited with Jim in Chester. I didn't mind it at all, but it isn't really my kind of joint. Then again, the Red Lion in Withington isn't really my kind of place, and I love that pub. Go figure.

Real mock

Bingo! The two questions that I answered yesterday in my mock mock came up today in my real mock. Yeehaw! So I celebrated doing what I hoped was pretty well in the only sane fashion possible, with four pints in the Castlefield sunshine, and then four more indoors. I love Monday night drinking.

Cycling, Miriam, Beer, Beer, Beer

I went to a cycling conference with ALF. The audience’s attire was mixed: a suit here; a short-sleeved shirt, smart shorts and loafers combo there; several in a polo shirt and khakis; one or two hardcore types in neon and lycra.

Afterwards I met up with Miriam, who I hadn’t seen for ages. It was brilliant to see her. We talked about cycling, about running, about work, and about chewing gum. Nothing much, but much more than nothing too. We pulled into Stockport, and hooked up with Thom and Al before the Beer Festival. Thom was being weird again, as he has been for the last six months since he moved out of Withington. Distant, disinterested, elusive. Where’s his appetite for fun gone?



At the beer festival I drank…

Crown Wheat Beer 5.5%
Ulverston Harvest Moon 3.9%
Salopian Barry's light Mild 4.0%
Marble Bee 4.8 %
Farmhouse medium 5.8%
Janet’s Jungle Juice at 6%
A pint of something else strong

…and thought I’d lost my keys. Hammered.