As well as a weird desire to drink 12.5% sours at IndyMan, I was also in Manchester to see the Amber Arcades gig at Deaf Institute. Those of you who pay attention will remember I bought the new LP by Utrecht’s foremost war crimes legal assistant/weird popster in Sheffield last week. The Deaf Institute is… Continue reading DUTCH POP & ROCHDALE CASK ON THE MANCUNIAN WAY
Month: October 2018
REASONS TO BE CHEERFUL – A BURNAGE OASIS
Sorry, sorry, sorry. Couldn’t resist it. At least I didn’t try and fit “Wonderwall” in the title. Next stop, last stop before the inevitable Chinese takeaway, is the remaining GBG newbie within the M60. I was getting a bit fed of walking in the Manchester rain by this time, and still had an hour… Continue reading REASONS TO BE CHEERFUL – A BURNAGE OASIS
POST-INDYMAN – WALKING DOWN THE WILMSLOW ROAD
I’d always planned a long walk after IndyMan, but as I left the Victoria Baths as light drizzle set in (not as common in Manchester as Southerners believe) I started to doubt my sanity. First priority after that last 11.5% sour was strong coffee and somewhere to recharge my phone. So if you were in… Continue reading POST-INDYMAN – WALKING DOWN THE WILMSLOW ROAD
INDYMAN ’18 – FROM LONGSIGHT TO DONCASTER
“But I thought you hated beer festivals, Retired Martin ?” I hear you say, cynically. I do. And I detest familiarity. But still I go to IndyManBeerCon. Perhaps it’s old age. Or perhaps, like always watching “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off“, if it’s on I have to go. Here I was, about to waste a week’s… Continue reading INDYMAN ’18 – FROM LONGSIGHT TO DONCASTER
GETTING DAD OUT OF THE HOUSE
Whizzing thru’ these posts now so I can give you that report on IndyMan you’re desperate for. Today, my Dad is the cover star. He’s not quite ready for “BRAPA Dad” level adoration, I suspect. He still drives, mostly to the nearest golf course and garden centre, but I like to get him out of… Continue reading GETTING DAD OUT OF THE HOUSE
THE ONLY LIVING PUB TICKER IN NEW CROSS
You left me on the foot of the Isle of Dogs, you sods, contemplating getting back to the comforts of Kings Cross station (Parcel Yard, Ho Ho Noodles and all) or walking the half hour to my first South-East London tick of the Guide year. What would you have done ? I checked the rules… Continue reading THE ONLY LIVING PUB TICKER IN NEW CROSS
PRE-EMPTIVE ANTICS ON THE ISLE OF DOGS
The Dr Who video games machine in my next pub in E14 hasn’t made it up to Christopher Eccleston yet, let alone Jodie Whittaker. SPOILER ALERT: The new Doctor is great, but kebab salad man is the star. The walk away from the skyscrapers into the residential Isle of Dogs is a highlight. Do any… Continue reading PRE-EMPTIVE ANTICS ON THE ISLE OF DOGS
DRINKING PETROLEUM WITH SCOTS ON THE WHARF
One new London chain pub is a joy, so what of a second in quick succession ? A mere 7 minutes hop over the many footbridges across the Wharf to the Henry Addington, punctuated by (let’s be honest here) pure gorgeousness. The Henry is the one that BRAPA didn’t take to. Pub 1327, Henry Addington,… Continue reading DRINKING PETROLEUM WITH SCOTS ON THE WHARF
CANARY (WHARF) IN A CHAIN PUB COAL MINE
I tried so hard to get a blog title using the Police classic (do Americans rate Zenyatta Mondatta ?). Not sure I succeeded. “You get so dizzy even walking in a straight line“. Yep, that’s me. Down to the Thames next, and a walk along the Narrow to the top of Canary Wharf. It’s a… Continue reading CANARY (WHARF) IN A CHAIN PUB COAL MINE
A LIMEHOUSE LOLLOP
Everyone is in East London these days. The Tand has a pad, my lad is at gigs in Hackney most months, and Simon had found a way of living down there at corporate expense. Even Donny John from IndyMan had visited last weekend, the same day I did my mammoth walk from Kings Cross… Continue reading A LIMEHOUSE LOLLOP
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