Hopefully this title isn’t wasted on you. A brief musical interlude, as Sunday saw me back at in That London for my fourth gig of the week (a sure sign of middle-age crisis, that). In general I steer well clear of gig reviews on here, but the last week was particularly notable, and I’m hearing… Continue reading LUCIFER OVER LEXINGTON
Month: November 2017
VEXED BY A BASS VOID IN VERULAMIUM
I’ve been stuck in Huddersfield with duff WiFi; rather hoarse after shouting obscenities* at a Southampton team; rarely have I enjoyed a victory so much. As I can’t upload photos of Hudders and (excitingly) Urmston, here’s a bit of St Albans from last week, uploaded in the Wetherspoons in Chapeltown. I had the company of… Continue reading VEXED BY A BASS VOID IN VERULAMIUM
ALL OF WORKSOP IN THE SPOONS
Off to Huddersfield today to laugh at Terriers fans still distraught at Sunday’s late loss, and to visit the Taps of up-and-coming breweries Magic Rock and Mallinsons. If they’re any good I’ll let you know. But first, Worksop. On market day. What a joy it is, one of the cheapest places in England to buy… Continue reading ALL OF WORKSOP IN THE SPOONS
FALSE HOPE IN HIGHBURY
I’m not playing to my readership in South East London when I tell you it’s a grim journey back from East Croydon to Highbury. That’s mainly because of the ongoing work at London Bridge that requires you to seemingly climb to the top of the Shard in order to change from train to tube. Like… Continue reading FALSE HOPE IN HIGHBURY
LOST IN THE CRONX
I’d been looking forward to my return visit to Croydon since BRAPA spend a night there in January, the first overnight tourist since Mrs RM got lost looking for the IKEA in Purley in 1995 (this is true). So a short post to terrify other Guide pub tickers who may find themselves unexpectedly at Croydon… Continue reading LOST IN THE CRONX
SURVIVING PLASTIC PALACE
One of the hazards of pubbing in London, apart from warm beer, is the impact of major sporting events. I’d hoped to finish South-West London GBG entries in St Margarets, only to find out there was one of those dreadful Twickers “rugby” games on that mean you get squashed by Range Rover driving lager drinkers… Continue reading SURVIVING PLASTIC PALACE
CLIMBING UP ON SUDBURY HILL…
Doing these posts so close to the actual event (an inadvisable 8 pub slog round the capital) is a good idea, but even I can’t remember where Whelpley Hill is now. My photos are a reminder of how good suburban pubs can be in London, even if no-one drinks the real ale. Five minutes… Continue reading CLIMBING UP ON SUDBURY HILL…
EALING – WHIPPIN’ PICCADILLY
I’ve quite a backlog of posts from the last week or so, with North Norfolk, Nottingham, Chipping Norton, Altrincham, Brentwood and Whelpley Hill to come. “Ah, Whelpley Hill“, you’re all saying now. But having started, I might as well finish off posts from That London, and pick up on progress along the Piccadilly line… Continue reading EALING – WHIPPIN’ PICCADILLY
LAST ORDERS AT THE BREE LOUISE ?
I wrote last nights post about beer range bullies in Heathrow, at the end of a day in London with decent pubs and average beer. Passing Euston on the way back to Camden to collect a couple of teenagers from a metalcore night, I thought “Ah, Bree Louise“. As you do. It might be my… Continue reading LAST ORDERS AT THE BREE LOUISE ?
HEADS IN THE CLOUDS AT HEATHROW
I’ve had a great day in That London. Seven new Guide pubs visited from far West to South-east. If you can read that you’re doing well ! I took the Piccadilly line to Zone 6, jumping off just before Heathrow. The tube was deserted as we approached Hatton Cross, with just an abandoned… Continue reading HEADS IN THE CLOUDS AT HEATHROW
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