Our stroll along Bridport‘s main drag presented a mixed town with some oddly priced reading matter. There’s a good string of pubs, not all of them Palmers either. Next stop for us was the Greyhound. I assume we won’t see many Spoons in towns smaller than this in the future, so they are to be… Continue reading “HOW CAN YOU NOT LIKE CHEESE ? CHEESE IS LIFE “. PUB PHILOSOPHY AT BRIDPORT’S TIGER
BEER & FOOD MATCHING – PALMERS 200 & LADY BOBWOMBLE’S BROWNIES
I can put it off no longer. After what seems like tmonths of build-up and multiple diversionary tactics, here’s Bridport. Part I, anyway. I’ve been wanting to visit the town properly for two decades, with a sole flying visit in 1995 now long forgotten. That means Stranraer is newly top of my “To See” list;… Continue reading BEER & FOOD MATCHING – PALMERS 200 & LADY BOBWOMBLE’S BROWNIES
THE CLEETHORPES CHALLENGE
Since I’m here, I may as well tell you about my last Lincolnshire GBG tick for the year. Hopefully this will inspire young Simon to up his game and get to Cleethorpes (5 Guide pubs, scary nightclubs and 5 donuts for a quid). I’d be interested in lifeafterfootball‘s view on Cleethorpes; if your only experience… Continue reading THE CLEETHORPES CHALLENGE
DON’T HIDE YOUR BASS
A quick post from Sunny Cleethorpes, not that you’ll see it named on the screensave from Google Maps, which clearly believes Humberston is a city. It really is sunny, though I’ll bet Skeggy is still bracing today. Rather brighter than my trip a year ago, when I failed to tell you the town has a… Continue reading DON’T HIDE YOUR BASS
SHADRACK THROWN IN THE FIRE OF TOO MANY BEERS
BRAPA gives you fake punk references, I give you the 3rd book of Daniel, prompted by this typically obscure Dorset street name. Burton Bradstock was our lunch stop en route to the mythical city of Bridport. It was also a chance for us to ruin our walking boots along the coastal path. Hard to imagine,… Continue reading SHADRACK THROWN IN THE FIRE OF TOO MANY BEERS
I COME TO BURY THE EAST ANGLIAN BEER FESTIVAL, AND TO PRAISE IT
You’ll know my thoughts on Beer Festivals, TOO MANY BEERS. But I’d promised the estimable Andrew from West Suffolk CAMRA I’d pop along to their big East Anglian bash, and I’m a man of my word. The train from Waterbeach to Bury SE went via Ely, allowing me to experience the journey undertaken by… Continue reading I COME TO BURY THE EAST ANGLIAN BEER FESTIVAL, AND TO PRAISE IT
OUR FORTUNES SWELL IN FORTUNESWELL
I can’t say I’m surprised how basic the Portland pubs are; neighbouring Weymouth is also a haven for lovers of unreconstructed boozers. Those in Portland seem to rotate their Guide places, so we get a second GBG newbie, and folk saying “Why didn’t you go in the Royal/Britannia/Add Your Choice ?”. Everyone must be… Continue reading OUR FORTUNES SWELL IN FORTUNESWELL
