The end of History...

…or why The Bon Accord remains the best pub in Glasgow.

The non Curry at Café Salma was nearing completion when the texts started flying in to Hector’s phone: ‘Kipling is on at The Society Rooms’.
This was Friday night, Hector’s first Friday night out in Glasgow for a month. This weekend it had to be Bon Accord on the Friday and Allison Arms on the Saturday (after an anticipated spectacular Curry at Yadgar), it is written.

Hector Naypals

And it came to pass that Hector went to the Bon Accord knowing that the rest of ‘The Cleek’ (sic) would be elsewhere, but in the knowledge that there would always be a victim to endure my company. Gordon won the watch, no not that Gordon!
‘I refuse to go to that other place on a Friday night’ I told everyone who asked where the others were, many did ask. I received a text from Paul, the owner, asking the same question even though unknown to me was sitting two metres behind me. The reply was the same.

Bring on the Squirrel




Hector had dismissed the Blackboard as being not too sensational and was on his second bottle of Augustiner Oktoberfestbier when Paul appeared brandishing a squirrel and asked a staff member for some glasses. Ah, the famous Brewdog "The end of History", the strongest Bier on the planet, a mere 55%.

Only 12 bottles in existence

Paul poured some measures; the first one was handed to Hector. This was gratefully received: ‘Pour moi?’ The aroma was that of a spirit, of course. The taste was Bier. How did they manage this? Dr Stan and Mr Boyd were happy to have left the other place and were also in situ. They too were beneficiaries of this amazing gesture of generosity. The estimated price per shot being bandied about ranged from £20 to £50.

Oh how sophisticated we are



One did not sip the brew but sooked a drop to the tongue and then swallowed the smallest of molecules. Well that was the story until Howard and Tracey arrived. Tracey too was fortunate to be considered welcome enough to share the moment and received the last glass. Howard posed for the photo then swallied the lot.




Hector texted everyone then emailed everyone. Now that you have read this, you know too.