GIDEA PARK – REDEMPTION AT BALGORE’S BEST KEBAB

At times this blog reads just like a diary.  Oh, it is. If only Pepys had had micropubs and kebabs to write about rather than sermons and domestic incidents. Back to Gidea Park, It hasn’t changed much since my visit last year, the residents will be delighted to hear.  Sadly, that lack of change extends… Continue reading GIDEA PARK – REDEMPTION AT BALGORE’S BEST KEBAB

FROM PYJAMAS TO DONCASTER IN 3 HOURS

It was 4pm last Saturday.  Mrs RM had just driven back from picking up her new motor (4 wheels, black) in Car Shop Northampton, where numerous enthusiastic young men had been attempting to talk to me about car stuff. Matt was still in his pyjamas when we got home. “Dad, where’s Doncaster ?  Loathe and… Continue reading FROM PYJAMAS TO DONCASTER IN 3 HOURS

HEADLESS GORILLAS AND HIDDEN DOOMBAR IN GREAT GLEN

More Leicestershire thrills, as I make a first ever stop in Great Glen, named after the lesser known Sex Pistol or possibly the better known Squeeze(r). All of you know where Great Glen is, so I’ll spare you the map.  Just another stop off the A6 between Desborough and Leicester. Oh, go on then.  I’d… Continue reading HEADLESS GORILLAS AND HIDDEN DOOMBAR IN GREAT GLEN

THE ELEPHANT & CASTLE IN THE ROOM

  Let’s get London finished, then I can move on to more exciting places like (checks notes) Great Glen, Gidea Park and Bucharest. The final leg of my Thursday in South London started at Elephant & Castle, always an exciting place at 5pm. Even if the Charlie Chaplin has finally bitten the dust. I would,… Continue reading THE ELEPHANT & CASTLE IN THE ROOM

“YOU LUCKY PEOPLE” -STREATHAM GETS ITS GBG ANTIC

Into Streatham, where’s there a bit more blog material than further west. For a start, this is the birthplace of Tommy Trinder, whose old home I passed and whose image graces the wall near the Leigham Well. I hope the attractive looking Leigham (London Pride, By the Horns) gets in the Guide as the side… Continue reading “YOU LUCKY PEOPLE” -STREATHAM GETS ITS GBG ANTIC

WEST NORWOOD (MAKES ME WANNA HOLLER)

More Marvin Gaye, more nearly gentrified London, if West Norwood can be called that. I took the train from Hampton Wick to Tulse Hill via Wimbledon and strolled down the A215, which is a bit like strolling out from Birmingham’s Jewellery Quarter into Smethwick. I couldn’t get my bearings at all. Where is this place… Continue reading WEST NORWOOD (MAKES ME WANNA HOLLER)

SCHOOL’S OUT IN WHEATHAMPSTEAD

Hoorah !  for pre-emptive micro pub ticks in rural Hertfordshire ! Hoorah ! for completely inappropriate pictures of Ullage in church graveyards ! And Hoorah ! for places like the Reading Room which serve proper pub food like scotch eggs with posh piccalilli and chocolate cake (Spoiler: We had neither). Pubmeister seems to have a… Continue reading SCHOOL’S OUT IN WHEATHAMPSTEAD