The reason for their outing was a celebration of Mild-they were on some sort of passport trail. Now I quite like the odd glass of Mild, but as the offering here was from Boggart, I stuck to the more obvious delights of Phoenix (Arizona) and Durham (White Gem, Priors Gold). This obviously went straight to my head, as the next thing I knew I was joining them on their coach. Well it was free.
We called at the Ashton Arms in Oldham, where the Outstanding Blonde was good, before settling in at the Baum in Rochdale. This provided some excellent beer-the Phoenix Hopsack being particularly so. And Tandleman reappeared to present them with the Pub of the Year award. A visit to the Regal Moon followed (Wickwar Spring Ale) before the rump reached the Flying Horse for some under par Arizona and some so-so Landlord. A taxi was then summoned and I found myself alone and abandoned (nothing new there, then) in Bury. Naturally seeking comfort, I turned to man’s only true friends in this situation-whisky and then curry