Along with lots of Birmingham City fans, I’m not quite sure what to do. Yesterday’s win at Derbados means the only team in the West Midlands to win a major trophy this century (not sure I’ve mentioned that for at least a week) are actually safe for the 165th consecutive season in the Championship.
No last day dramas, no must win games and everything appears to be going smoothly at St. Andrew’s.
Yes, I know this is a pub blog but I can’t miss a chance to praise Lee Bowyer who has totted up 17 points from 8 games to leave us with sunglasses on and cigars out for the final two games.
He’s basically started putting square pegs in square holes after the dismal Karanka era and without applying rocket science, has found a formula that works – KEEP IT SIMPLE!
Most fellow pub bloggers suffer with pain from their football teams with Duncan a glutton for punishment following both St Mirren and Reading, Paul WME (Wolves) breaks out in a cold sweat at the mention of non-league Chorley, whilst BRAPA’s Hull Tigers travails (yesterday excepted) are legendary.
The Wickingman has suffered a few relegations with Burton Albion during his lifetime whilst the Matt AKA the Travelling Barman is waiting for the Baggies to boing their way down to League One any time soon.
Martin, of course has it really tough as Manchester City actually finished second last year and only reached the FA Cup semi-final this year, that’s true suffering.
Anyway, there was finally a crowd today at Wembley, for the Caraboa Cup Final between Martin’s mob and Chas and Dave’s team (Birmingham won this in 2011 you know), and a sure fire sign that normal service is slowly starting to return.
Buzzing boozers on a Saturday night is also a sign that normal service is returning to the pub world and 618 – The Wellington Ale House WS14 9BJ on the outskirts of Lichfield fitted the bill perfectly.
It was known as the Duke of Wellington for years but appears to have been reborn with a new moniker and is on the Birmingham Road next to a disused canal – sorry Pete.
The blurb on their website says it is “A real ale house with a modern twist and a spacious sunny beer garden. Family and dog friendly.”
I had dropped one of my ankle biters off at his mate’s house so a stop off in Lichfield at 7.00pm seemed the next logical step and a pub that allows you to turn up without booking is ideal.
A barmaid with a fag greeted me and once I had zapped my NHS app, she gave me a choice of three tables as the place was jumping.
There were lots of tables on the actual beer garden and a fair few on the patio and I think this place was as full as anywhere I’ve seen post lockdown.
Soul/blues/motown in the background and the youngest clientele to boot alongside what I would call a proper pub atmosphere.
The lads on the table next to me were howling with laughter and there were lively groups everywhere that made for a crackling atmosphere.
The barmaid came and took my order and I plumped for the Harvest Pale (Castle Rock) and when I asked her for the Wi-Fi code she said, “It’s all the cloud isn’t it”
Not on my blower it wasn’t but no matter as it meant I could soak up the atmosphere and on my obligatory toilet visit note that it is an old skool proper pub inside.
Pubs are back and many a time in the past I have been the sole punter but not anymore – everywhere is rocking and it’s great to see.