“I’VE BEEN THROUGH THE PUB DESERT FOR A CAT WITH NO NAME”

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First rule of blogging. Stick a pub cat in there somewhere. Even if the Landlord can’t be bothered to name it. Simon and I called him Mudgie. Or Madgie if it was a girl, I didn’t look/ask.

Pub 3 was the Duke’s Arms in Burton Latimer. My top readers, i.e. the Americans, will remember this from a fortnight ago (or 37 posts ago in real money). It’s the one with Nicole’s A Little Peace stuck to the wall.

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The A14 NBSS 3+ trail in all its glory

You can look for yourself to see what this Duke is like, Mann’s sign and all.

Here’s the Quote of the Week; makes a change from the Husband Creche sign.

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BRAPA is from near Hull

It smells of pub” said Si, who knows these things. (It may have been my samosa).

The Landlord neither remembered me, or recognised Simon from “Dorset Detective Daily“, but his brusque style won us over again.

What’s the cat called ?”

Doesn’t have a name. There’s only one of them” etc. etc.

Have a pint of that Abbot Confessional, Si. Go on”

You can’t. I’m saving it for myself. Or something similar. I think Si had Phipps.

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Landlord pouring a pint of 8.5% Abbot for someone not Si

The pub is a riot of colour, with the biggest selection of sambuca in East Northants (FACT).

And seems to be the HQ of the Burton Latimer branch of the Blyth Spartans supporters club.

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Blyth v Stockport the Vanarama North game of the day

Loads to see, inside and out. The Landlord seemed totally un-phased by us wandering round taking photos (“It’s all tat from the junkyard“).

Put us out of our misery, Russ. It’s Donald Sutherland, isn’t it ?

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The missing word is protons

If there’s a danger we start to treat pubs as informal art galleries, then so what ? Rather this than sit on a sofa watching Bake Off like the other 98% of the population.

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One for North Sea Dave

And the beer ? A grapefruit flavoured murk from Moor.

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Murk

No, orange juice, the Italian stuff, no rubbish.

All it lacked was a bit of mid-afternoon custom, which tipped up about 22 minutes into our BRAPA-approved 27.5 minute stay.

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Blokes

Neither of them were allowed the 8.5% Abbot, either.

Next up, two gastropubs.

21 thoughts on ““I’VE BEEN THROUGH THE PUB DESERT FOR A CAT WITH NO NAME”

    1. Which reminds me, that Neil Young has been in the news, having just married Daryl Hannah, or some such person.

      Not the best of carpets this time, Martin, however.

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      1. Not quite “Horse with no name” but Sam Smiths have the White Horse with the Nellies name in Beverley, and a right proper pub it is too,

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      2. I may pop in there soon, Paul. There’s a couple of new Beer Guide pubs to visit in Hull, and Beverley makes a good overnight stop. Shame both those places are a bit far for some of the Beer & Pubs Forum.

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  1. First off, love the title! (thumbs up)

    “Or Madgie if it was a girl, I didn’t look/ask.”

    I thought all pussies were female?*

    * – unless they’re transgender of course.

    “Pub 3 was the Duke’s Head in Burton Latimer. ”

    Ok, I’m confused. Google Maps (from 2016) shows it as the Duke’s Arms. They show the Duke’s Arms in Woodford as well (granted the streetview is from 2009). Do they interchange body parts on a yearly basis?

    “BRAPA is from near Hull”

    Which, of course, is hullish for folks who meet him. 🙂

    “The pub is a riot of colour,”

    Pfft. That’s just the landlord’s shirt. 😉

    “And seems to be the HQ of the Burton Latimer branch of the Blyth Spartans supporters club.”

    Blimey. That’s almost 250 miles away!

    “Put us out of our misery, Russ. It’s Donald Sutherland, isn’t it ?”

    Yup. From the movie Kelly’s Heroes. And the missing word is waves. 🙂

    “Blokes”

    That’s a nasty looking bruise on the right leg of the fellow in the red shirt.

    Cheers

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