Just had a most brilliant night.
Started at the Moorbrook Inn. Landlord Jim - a waistcoat wearing marvel pours the best spiced Rum in Preston. He also serves a grand pint of real ale, if that's your thing. The old-world-pub-environment is compelling. On Fridays you can even join the lads for a folk round. Just bring your herdy gerdy or a wee Irish ditty to share. It was the perfect place to sart our Saturday night out in Preston. It had nothing to do with the fact that I'd left my hat and gloves there the night before. Does two visits = regulars?
After acquring a mathmetics professor's email address and pledging to re-dress the landords windows we moved on to the 'Mad Ferret' to feast on a string of live band's muscial delights.
One band was good. The lead singer almost a lyrical genius. 'One British Pound' were definitely worth a quid, or two.
Another band (whose name escapes me) had the most excellent fiddler. The last band, the headline act - were lively, used harmonica well but were far too scouse to be really any good.
Anyway, all in all, the night was a bloody blast. G was at his most glorious best and I loved him, truly loved him.
Who ever said you couldn't have a good night out in Preston obviously didn't have enough spiced Rum.
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