Safely back in the home country, Eddie suggested a central pit stop. Discarding the Crown & Kettle on the grounds of decent ale choice, we played safe and settled in the Smithfield. Facers Northern County (3.8%) is usually a safe bet, but today the overall affect was spoilt, yet again, by a trace of diacytol. Much better was Acorn Bloomfield (4.5%) which was golden, had a medium body, and a refreshing zesty citrus hop kick. Just what was needed at this stage of the proceedings. Watching Don Ricardo struggle through his 15th pint, I realised it was time for this beerhound to head to a kennel nearer home, so we left Eddie curry hunting and scampered homeward bound.A very enjoyable day out with lots of good beer and good company.
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Ah. Don Ricardo. A sleepy head indeed
Is this the guy Jenny calls Cinderella?
Don Ricardo is an international man of mystery and is known by many names. "Cinders" is one of them I believe.
Is he the one who felt me up in here last time you were in here?
Probably.
That looks like Ritchie from Walmersley park.Nothings changed in 40years then.
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