Well, Green and I had a great* day out.
Can of Burning Soul Pulling Down the Sun on the train after I jumped on at Jewellery Quarter.
Two pints of Black Country's finest Bathams in the King and Castle. They'd opened the station concourse and platforms up, so stood in a 1940s train station with two pints of proper beer. Lovely stuff.
We queued, in a puddle, for something like 25 minutes. Shit.
There was some football. It was shit. It was laughably shit.
Player subbed off before halftime

Holmes subbed off at halftime

Araruna
Flare thrown onto pitch while we actually put a move together
Pitch invasion was a farce, bet that blonde stewardess wasn't happy.
Anyway, that was shit. Move on.
Beer Emporium - pint of Dark Star orbiter each. Nice pub, friendly staff and customers.
The Bear and Wolf - can't quite remember the beer, Green chose it. It was alright. Liked the pub, but some younger peoples were sharing videos of them flicking Vs at the Reading fans on the table over. We collected our bags for life and moved on.
Ye Olde Six Bells - two pints of HPA and a pork pie each. Very greedy black labrador came and stared at the pork pies.
Walked back through the town, past the town hall. It's a very quiet town centre, absolutely no night-time vibes, until you cross back under the 'ring road' and head to the Weavers - which PieEater mentioned - I had some Divide and Conquer Vocation, a rocket fuel of a NEIPA, and Green had the award winning Church End brewery Goat's Milk.
Think I saw the dad and his kid, who threw the bottle at the fans on the LHS, in the Station Bell as we walked past. He looked so proud. Classy.
Chip shop. Train. Home.