Showing posts with label Old George (The). Show all posts
Showing posts with label Old George (The). Show all posts

Wednesday, 26 December 2018

284. Sat 6/1/18: The Old George, Newcastle upon Tyne

Beer: William Bass and Co Bass Premium 4.4%


Back to The Old George for the last NUT pint of the weekend. It’s been a good trip, apart from the first 45 minutes of the football match.

The pub is post-match packed, but we manage to perch ourselves at a table. Steph bemoans the lack of food, compared to beer, that we’ve consumed today. Naturally, she has a point. We had breakfast this morning, apart from that we’ve only had a sandwich – bought and scoffed around the station.

We’re nacked anyway, and decide to trudge back to the Premier Inn after this pint.



Arndales pop band (me brother, Leighton and Andy W) played Newcastle a while ago and, on hearing we planned to stay three nights, winced – saying how rough the place was*. We didn’t see that, really: the worst behaved folk were from Luton, and they were only being laddish. No, we’ve enjoyed it – and certainly wouldn’t rule out a trip up North East in future.


*Wincing most likely to have been imagined from the drummer, who denies that he, or any member of the band would have used any adjective close to "rough". 'Lively, maybe; and our hotel wasn't the best. But Newcastle rough? No,' says EPS.

Saturday, 24 November 2018

282. Sat 6/1/18: The Old George, Newcastle upon Tyne

Beer: Three Brothers Ruby Resolution 4.6%, Thames London Porter 5.0%

Pre-match pints at The Old George. The pub is reasonably empty as we take a table and start fielding texts from those approaching NUT.

Luke, Wilf and Helen are the only ones likely to be here early enough to meet us – and we move to another bar in the (old-fashioned – oldest in Newcastle – sprawling pub). This bar, just opened to cope with the overflow, is very cold; though the room is dominated by a huge bygone fireplace. It’d be lovely if such a bona fide historic feature of this hostelry could be utilised.

The barman listens to our murmurings and explains he’s whacked the heating up to “full”. It’s not likely to get cosy anytime soon.

Pages arrive – and eat - and Wilf predicts Town will win 10-1. Otherwise, because we’re in unfamiliar territory, because we fear the Town might get thrashed and because the crowd will be five times bigger than a big crowd in Luton (reaching our seats, in the ridiculously large stadium, might prove a challenge in itself) – we’re all a bit tense.

The beer is good stuff – particularly the porter.