As official inductions go, I suspect Pete might have been expecting a pint or some hard cash, but it’s kudos only as he is now an honorary member of the
Bass All Dayer group Bass Appreciation Diaspora (BAD)
I know regular readers of this post will be thinking…Bass again, really? But there are many reasons why blogging about Staffordshire’s premier beer is a good idea.
Firstly, it always draws a response from fanatics on both sides of the argument – a bit like Brexit really. Secondly, it is also a fantastic pint of cask ale when on form and so much so that the Wickingman has drawn up a Bass directory on the best places in Britain to find this pint of nectar.
Not to be confused of course with the breakaway group formed by Rich known as Bass Always Smashes The Also Ran Dross (BASTARD).
Pete’s also recommended The Shilton Vaults in Earl Shilton (on the bucket list) and another one of his red hot tips was 349 – The Black Swan LE12 9DL in Shepshed.
It is next to the fantastically named Butthole Lane…
…where Shepshed Dynamo play and, in true local boozer fashion, are one of the main sponsors of a team that can count Martin O’Neill amongst their managerial alumni.
It is a classic multi-roomed boozer, which is a decent walk up a steep hill, but they just had the front room open on a Tuesday evening with two distinct drinking areas and it was filling up nicely.
In true Jim Bowen/Mick Miller/Frank Carson fashion I was going to start this post with …”a man walks into the toilet and gets out his ukulele…” and wait for the 1970s punchline.
I was in the little boys’ room minding my own business when a bloke came in, I assume with a ukulele, and locked himself in the cubicle. But, clean-minded individual that I am, I reckon he was just preparing for the weekly dose of Mucky Ducks Ukulele.
I also saw a couple of relatively young women walk in to the bar for a drink with a musical case…I’m guessing a ukulele…and I was intrigued to see how this night shapes up.
Unfortunately, this was almost at the end of my stint here as time was moving on… earlier there were a group of friendly bar blockers who moved willingly whilst I was trying to order my pint of Bass.
I reckon there was in excess of 30 punters here on a Tuesday and more arriving at a rate of knots as I was leaving, which prove there is a market for good conversation, ukuleles and good beer.
Also worth mentioning a bloke in the boozer with a terrific Trilby hat and the gaffer was the sort of bloke who looked after his locals.
There was plenty of bench seating and memorabilia from a bygone era in Shepshed and it was just a classic old school pub that still appears to have a great local base of customers.
The gaffer was efficient enough but not a wordsmith of the highest order where I was concerned, although he was very chatty to his regulars.
Nonetheless, it was a friendly pub, the Bass was terrific (Landlord, Abbot Ale and Charnwood Vixen were also available for the Bass Always Smashes The Also Ran Dross club).
Pete is now officially in the club and if he keeps on recommending cracking boozers like this I might even buy him a pint!