We opted for some of the Lancashire tapas. One advantage of lunching with these model types is they don’t eat very much. So whilst she licked the breadcrumbs off her fishcake, I could tuck into the rather delightful Mrs Kirkham’s Lancashire Rarebit. Suitably nourished we moved on to the Hare & Hounds where we sampled Hart Snowella and Outlaw Wild Mule. Being the last Friday before Christmas, the pub was getting busy with people on work outings and a chance for an early start to the weekend festivities.
As it lashed down outside, the svelte eye-candy leaned in closer. Our eyes met and I could see desire in her eyes. Definite desire. She wanted me. Yes, she wanted me to get her another Outlaw Wild Mule. Well, it is a great beer for the driver, being hoppy but low in volume. I settled for Hart’s No Balls (what would Freud have said), which was easy going if not too distinctive. A nice outing but all too soon, I was back at home. Bearing in mind the weather conditions, and tomorrow’s party, I decided to stay in and open one of my Christmas presents. From me to me with love-a 1991 Lagavulin. Bitingly smokey to begin, the sherry casks are felt in the bitter-sweet finish. A good start to the weekend.