Well, this was good. The Cricketers in Worthing’s Broadwater suburb, which sounds very edgy but turns out to be as edgy as Petts Green or Heaton Chapel. On the 25 minute stretch from the Brewhouse & Kitchen I pass prep schools, a cemetery, a Domino’s, and have to waiting about 4 hours for trains to… Continue reading OLD MAN
“YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE TICKING” SAYS WORTHING
These next few posts are a bit dull. Which is fine, because so is Worthing. But never mind the quality, feel the ticks. A massive FIVE (5), newbies, and one (1) of them isn’t a micropub, which is an error Adur CAMRA may need to investigate but is surely a Covid issue. No other town… Continue reading “YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE TICKING” SAYS WORTHING
PRIDE DRINKING WELL IN BARNHAM. BEFORE IT GETS KNOCKED ALL OVER MY DAD’S JUMPER
Day 1 of our Sussex Saunter and a night in Horsham Travelodge. #LivingTheDream Sadly, Mrs RM had to prep for phone calls with angry Frenchmen, so I set off for the GBG fleshpots of Worthing on my own. Nearly an hour on the train, as it has to wobble down to the edge of Bognor… Continue reading PRIDE DRINKING WELL IN BARNHAM. BEFORE IT GETS KNOCKED ALL OVER MY DAD’S JUMPER
A SHERE DROP INTO HASCOMBE
I drafted a post entitled “My Strategy To Complete the Good Beer Guide in 2022” but I haven’t been able to finish it, which may be a metaphor for the GBG conquest itself. But a key part of the strategy is one big trip each week to bag a dozen outliers, now I’ve exhaused all… Continue reading A SHERE DROP INTO HASCOMBE
NEW SPOONS ON SUNDAY
I wasn’t going to bother sharing early photos of Sheffield’s new Spoons, but since Sheffield Hatter hasn’t reviewed it for Pubs Galore yet there’s a gap in the market. Out near Sheffield’s second indoor shopping centre, the Scarsdale Hundred is unlikely to force BRAPA to make a second trip out east for a tick. But… Continue reading NEW SPOONS ON SUNDAY
WALT WHITMAN AND THE FIRBECK BOOK OF KNOWLEDGE
Culture you say ? retiredmartin has culture. Even in the vast wilderness between Rotherham, Worksop and Doncaster. There’s practically ZERO new GBG ticks within 90 minutes of me now, so I’m exploring the local(ish) area. I hadn’t been to Firbeck since that Spring of 2001 when I brought Sis and my (then) brother-in-law up to… Continue reading WALT WHITMAN AND THE FIRBECK BOOK OF KNOWLEDGE
A PINCHED TICK IN PINCHBECK
Not gonna lie; Lincolnshire is the worst English GBG county for beer quality, perhaps Bedfordshire is a little worse for pub quality as at least Lincs has Grantham and Louth. But my licking of Lincs concludes in the Fens near Greater Boston, a fine place to finish. Last year Wyberton Fen, this year Pinchbeck. Us… Continue reading A PINCHED TICK IN PINCHBECK
PIE & PINT & THREE (3) POINTS
Right there. That’s my next avatar. Perhaps I’ve used it already. But which pub am I passing, Dave ? THAT is the question. Here’s another clue; Two pints before a game is never a good idea, I detest those people who go to the loo during a match, so I head for the Etihad, only… Continue reading PIE & PINT & THREE (3) POINTS
THE EARLY KICK-OFF
Greetings from Southampton Airport Premier Inn, where I’ve put my foot down and SHAN’T go down to reception and ask for more coffee and milk for the 5th time on this trip. A week ago Mrs RM was sleeping off a Jaipur-induced hangover so I made the 9:20 trip to Manchester alone, promising her a… Continue reading THE EARLY KICK-OFF
A DRY DAY IN SHEFFIELD
Non-alcoholic beer ? Pointless. About as pointless as this post, which is basically an inferior rehash of what Blackpool Jane has already given you (here). But it’s my diary, so here’s the highlight of a dry day (3 a week I told Jane, and she believed me). Lee and Jane arrived in Barnsley on Friday… Continue reading A DRY DAY IN SHEFFIELD
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