Less talk, more photos this morning.
One new pub left in Yarmouth, and a decent walk to take me through the heart of town.
Back over the Yare, past the huge grainstore I fully expect to be a micro pub on my next visit.
Hall Quay has some great buildings, great beer less so.
But I know what some of you are really interested in…
There’s a touch of Blackpool as you head down Regent Road to the “fun”.
But head 10 minutes north along the beach to Munchies for a corned beef toastie and proper coffee with sea view for a fiver.
Then a bit of pub porn on the way to the Avenue.
And an art deco bus station.
Sadly, my phone went from 42% battery to nil in about 8 seconds at this point, so the only proof I can bring you that I made it to the Avenue is this generic photo.
Generic beer range (Doom/Pride/Ghost), proper bench seating, beer of the day (NBSS 3.5), youths playing darts, Old Boys proposing an innovative way of selecting their MP, and the obligatory hole punched through the attractive toilet door.
The hole punched through the toilet door is a metaphor for Great Yarmouth, and for life.
retiredmartin 
What a lovely doorway Lacons gave the Lion Inn.
Can we assume that between the wars the complimentary Bombay Mix was always brought out at 7.35pm ?
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“Sadly, my phone went from 42% battery to nil in about 8 seconds…”
You need one of those emergency charges. Amazon do ’em for about twenty quid. Only problem is that a big one is like carrying a car battery around.
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I’ve got one, it’s great. Mrs RM or son had nicked it Fred 😱
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“You need one of those emergency charges. ”
That’s been mentioned to him a few times Fred. 🙂
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I’ve got one it’s been “borrowed”
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“I’ve got one it’s been “borrowed””
Start a GoFundMe page to buy a personal one all your own. 🙂
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It WAS my personal one. Ownership is theft etc.
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The hole punched in the toilet door is a metaphor for Tosser; The Tosser that did it, the Tosser who allowed the Tosser that did it to be in the pub in the first place, and the Tosser who hasn’t replaced it (presuming it didn’t happen the day before – it didn’t did it) who is sending out the message to other Tossers that this sort of behaviour is tolerated. Tossers the lot of them.
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Sadly, we see the same trope in many guises and settings, don’t we?
TBH, I’m not sure how reliably I could identify someone, who might, on a bad day, punch a toilet door, though.
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I can spot them a mile off, but then again I’ve had years of practice. A good bar person licensee can too. Sad thing is there aren’t a lot of really good ones about anymore.
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You Yorkies don’t understand pub character, do you ? If you had your way, you’d only have nice pubs like North Bar and Bundobust and all the scrotes would drink at home and punch holes in their own toilet doors.
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Those scooters are fearsome indeed, Martin.
A hundred thousand of those could bring central London to a standstill, if that Mrs. May were to disappoint come March.
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TWO scooters means a proper café…
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Three scooters would constitute a convoy.
Although I think the proper collective noun should be a grumble of mobility scooters.
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Well, if it hasn’t been coined already, it should really be a Martin of Mobility Scooters.
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Meanwhile,we’re toying with the idea of attending Shadracks’s legendary Sunday lunchtime Bloody Mary Brunchathon or whatever it’s called.
As we fell out to head home last night Biscuit reminded us that there’ll be ” 40 pounds of bacon going a’beggin ” just as she was upbraiding a recalcitrant regular by threatening to ” slap you with one of my titties.”
It’s a hard offer to turn down.
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The bacon or the t*tty?
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Bacon trumps everything around here.
Even Trump.
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We ain’t jealous, Prof. Well, perhaps of the banter, but not the bars or the booze.
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I thought that we might be having word of The Mariners by now, but perhaps I’ve missed something.
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Cambridge United 1 v Grimsby Town 0
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Huzzah.
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“Stuff your Southwold”
Do they provide binoculars to get the aforementioned sea view?
“And an art deco bus station.”
That bus is going in the wrong entrance. The double decker entrance is on the left. The one its going in is for old fashioned fire engines (I think).
“The hole punched through the toilet door is a metaphor for Great Yarmouth, and for life.”
Too deep for me. 🙂
Cheers
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Too deep ? No just the right size to squeeze through.
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Russ, the omnibus is clearly going in the right direction as the door with the illustration of a double decker ‘bus has a no entry sign at each side of it.
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Argh. Good observation.
I could try and say we don’t use that type of sign over here, but I’d be lying. (blush)
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I do like the three beach huts, enjoying a leisurely stroll towards the sea.
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I do like to be beside the sea side.
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