PAYING FOR BEER – A QUESTION OF PROTOCOL

Pub Cat is just there to grab your attention. While I upload 367 photos to OneDrive, here’s 2 issues I’d appreciate some thoughts on. Firstly, forming queues in Wetherspoons.  What’s so bad about it ? The alternative is eight people strung along a bar, and a barman asking desperately; “Right, who’s next ?” “Pint of Carling”  says… Continue reading PAYING FOR BEER – A QUESTION OF PROTOCOL

ANGELS IN THE (ROTHERFIELD) ARCHITECTURE

Much of north Sussex looks like my in-laws home in the Wells; green, prosperous, as cluttered as an antiques dealer, but with faded charm. A place they put the tea in before the milk*. Attractive towns and villages like Crowborough and weatherboarded Rotherfield are really suffering from the effects of traffic these days.  They’ll get their… Continue reading ANGELS IN THE (ROTHERFIELD) ARCHITECTURE

THE SLOW DEATH OF TUESDAY DRINKING IN ANDOVER

Last year I popped in to Andover at the end of Dryanuary and found it in rude health, at least as far as unpretentious pubs and beer quality go. What it lacks in classic architecture, Andover makes up for in budget hotels, ideally placed on industrial estates and service stations. Sadly the Premier Inn has… Continue reading THE SLOW DEATH OF TUESDAY DRINKING IN ANDOVER

WADSWORTH IN HUNTS

Back from Scotland to a rare post about my home county (ish). You’ll be thinking that’s a spelling mistake at the top, particularly if you’re Pub Curmudgeon and know to expect them. Not so.  The Three Horseshoes in Graveley is owned by tiny J.Wadsworth wine merchants of St. Ives in Huntingdonshire, perhaps our most low-key pub… Continue reading WADSWORTH IN HUNTS