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
Month: April 2018
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
PORTLAND SOCIAL CLUB – THE DIFFICULT SECOND ALBUM
Our Sunday entertainment concluded on the sceptered Isle of Portland, a 90 minute walk from the Wyke Smuggler. It would have been an hour if we’d stuck to the path, rather than the sand and pebbles, but where’s the fun in that ? Here’s a delightful bit of OS map. Note how the straight lines… Continue reading PORTLAND SOCIAL CLUB – THE DIFFICULT SECOND ALBUM
ON CHESIL BEACH…
Before we set off for the Isle of Portland, we popped back to Spoons on Sunday morning for our Eggs Benedict. There were only enough microwaved packets for one of those (draw your own conclusions) so I had to settle for the fry-up. Spoons breakfasts really are on the slide. Relishing the WiFi and unlimited… Continue reading ON CHESIL BEACH…
ENDING THE WINCHESTER CRAWL IN THE OLD GAOLHOUSE
Grief this is feeling like a long old haul. Nearly there though. Next stop was the Queen, a real outlier that takes you through the attractive streets south of the Cathedral. Goodness know how we made it past the Wykeham without a stop there, but no doubt the Pride was drinking well without our… Continue reading ENDING THE WINCHESTER CRAWL IN THE OLD GAOLHOUSE
SINGING “COCKLES & MUSSELS, DOOM BAR NBSS 4.0, OH”
Premiership winning interlude over, back to the South coast. So you’ve heard about a “pub” that shuts on Saturday for private functions, and a craft beer bar with trestle tables and ’80s vinyl, what about Proper Pubs ? How about the Eclipse, which enchanted and disappointed a year ago ? That was on a midweek… Continue reading SINGING “COCKLES & MUSSELS, DOOM BAR NBSS 4.0, OH”
RAHEEM, NATALIE & MIKKELLER
After the darkness, comes the dawn. A week after a shut pub and a traumatising derby defeat, City get to win the League at Old Trafford tonight, in front of a “full house” of United fans. I can’t let that pass. So Wigan can say they beat the Champions this year, and Raheem Sterling, the… Continue reading RAHEEM, NATALIE & MIKKELLER
EXTENDING THE OVERDRAFT IN WINCHESTER
Not ALL the Winchester pubs had forgot what “pub” is an abbreviation of. We had a great night there; we always do. Winchester is an odd place. At times it seems the exclusive preserve of well-off 25-35 year olds; the pubs packed with folk with enough cash left after their mortgage for a proper… Continue reading EXTENDING THE OVERDRAFT IN WINCHESTER
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