Ok the public were only Katy's wife, Gnasher and Guinevere, but I'm not greedy, bout time I finished off the winter.
Darts- the last two matches were against The Motto and the Blagdon. I've managed to almost forget the night at the Blagdon as it was probably my worst darts ever, well until a couple of weeks ago. The only highlight I remember was Gnasher's good lady-Vlad the Impailer- who had a collection of ton plus's, almost beating one of the Blagdon's best players, if not for a couple of missed doubles. Clearly player of the night.
The Motto.
I had a dream that one day all pubs will be like this.
If you live in Scrumpyshire, or Bristol, you should know this pub. If you don't you must go directly there on reading this, as it is without doubt one of Scrumpyshire's treasured beauty spots. Well the bar is anyway.
You Beauty.
I have heard comment about prices of Guiness and maybe lager, but you should not be drinking them here, for this is home to one of the finest collections of Ales and ciders. Tonights choice of indulgence is Weston's scrumpy-aah!
There is however a missing ale, and this was the high topic of the locals- "where's the Bass gone".
Apparently the Bass had been removed for whatever reason, much to the consternation of said locals. I don't have a problem with this, as once after a rather heavy night of bass, I spent most of the next day in the inconvenience, and not of particulary solid one. I shall never drink the backstabbing bilge again, although it was very nice.
Onto the darts. Sadly I can't remember much of this night, other than Katy and Gnasher played well, winning both there singles and as a pair, speaking of which Vlad impailed with equal gusto, narrowly missing a win. I lost a doubles with M3, but won my singles, and I think the match drifted off to defeat in a haze of cider fumes.
Quality
Although the match was gone, the scrumpy fueled repartee continued,-a cracking night.
Sometime Friday, several hours after body awake my small brain returned to point out I was missing my darts. I had recently changed darts- much to team annoyance, but thats another story too long for now- and must have left the new darts at the Motto. A quick phone call to confirm they're safety and another visit to Motto was in order.
Seeing an opportunity to kill two birds with one, I took Mrs Gecko out for a spot of lunch. The Motto is in Barrow Gurney, some miles from Scrumpy Town, so a drive is required. Thinking Mrs G would drive home I was looking forward to trying some of those fine ales I had ignored for the cider. But alas I had forgotten Mrs G's liking for real ale, and she was in the pub before I had locked the car, and by the time I had gained entry she was already discussing the virtues of real ale with the landlord, and had already started on his recommendation. A dry lunch for me.
Turns out the landlord had been playing with my darts(this is not a euphemism Gnasher), and likes them. I point out they are 26g Bristow copies and the web site I bought them off. "Web what?", was the retort from the landlord.
We leave pub with £22 from landlord and a request to get him a set of Bristow's. Clearly we are going to be returning with darts and I can feel some free beers coming my way.
A week passed, darts arrived and Mrs G and I are in the car for another lunch time attack of the Motto.
The manner in which young Gecko 2 never ties the laces of his trainers has always been a bit of an irritant, but had I adopted his mode of wearing footwear, I wouldn't have stopped outside the pub to tie my laces. In the brief time it took to do this Mrs G had two free pints and a "half for the driver" lined up in the bar.
The Motto has some great ales, some tastey scrumpy, but I'm not a fan of the lemonade!
Next- The darts team return to the Drum, new winter season, maybe some new faces, but no Idris or Tattoo. 1st match Sept 3rd
Skittles- The Beernecessities move venues for first time in over 15 years. 1st match Sept 11th at home.
The Motto.
I had a dream that one day all pubs will be like this.If you live in Scrumpyshire, or Bristol, you should know this pub. If you don't you must go directly there on reading this, as it is without doubt one of Scrumpyshire's treasured beauty spots. Well the bar is anyway.
You Beauty.I have heard comment about prices of Guiness and maybe lager, but you should not be drinking them here, for this is home to one of the finest collections of Ales and ciders. Tonights choice of indulgence is Weston's scrumpy-aah!
There is however a missing ale, and this was the high topic of the locals- "where's the Bass gone".
Apparently the Bass had been removed for whatever reason, much to the consternation of said locals. I don't have a problem with this, as once after a rather heavy night of bass, I spent most of the next day in the inconvenience, and not of particulary solid one. I shall never drink the backstabbing bilge again, although it was very nice.
Onto the darts. Sadly I can't remember much of this night, other than Katy and Gnasher played well, winning both there singles and as a pair, speaking of which Vlad impailed with equal gusto, narrowly missing a win. I lost a doubles with M3, but won my singles, and I think the match drifted off to defeat in a haze of cider fumes.
QualityAlthough the match was gone, the scrumpy fueled repartee continued,-a cracking night.
Sometime Friday, several hours after body awake my small brain returned to point out I was missing my darts. I had recently changed darts- much to team annoyance, but thats another story too long for now- and must have left the new darts at the Motto. A quick phone call to confirm they're safety and another visit to Motto was in order.
Seeing an opportunity to kill two birds with one, I took Mrs Gecko out for a spot of lunch. The Motto is in Barrow Gurney, some miles from Scrumpy Town, so a drive is required. Thinking Mrs G would drive home I was looking forward to trying some of those fine ales I had ignored for the cider. But alas I had forgotten Mrs G's liking for real ale, and she was in the pub before I had locked the car, and by the time I had gained entry she was already discussing the virtues of real ale with the landlord, and had already started on his recommendation. A dry lunch for me.
Turns out the landlord had been playing with my darts(this is not a euphemism Gnasher), and likes them. I point out they are 26g Bristow copies and the web site I bought them off. "Web what?", was the retort from the landlord.
We leave pub with £22 from landlord and a request to get him a set of Bristow's. Clearly we are going to be returning with darts and I can feel some free beers coming my way.
A week passed, darts arrived and Mrs G and I are in the car for another lunch time attack of the Motto.
The manner in which young Gecko 2 never ties the laces of his trainers has always been a bit of an irritant, but had I adopted his mode of wearing footwear, I wouldn't have stopped outside the pub to tie my laces. In the brief time it took to do this Mrs G had two free pints and a "half for the driver" lined up in the bar.
The Motto has some great ales, some tastey scrumpy, but I'm not a fan of the lemonade!
Next- The darts team return to the Drum, new winter season, maybe some new faces, but no Idris or Tattoo. 1st match Sept 3rd
Skittles- The Beernecessities move venues for first time in over 15 years. 1st match Sept 11th at home.
