Ain’t he cute ? Seven pints later, he looked like this; If that doesn’t put you off real ale, nothing will. Now you know the truth. I only give BRAPA lifts so I can plough the rich seam of blog material he leaves us. Not that I looked any more fresh-faced after two diet lemonades… Continue reading SEVEN PINTS LATER – BRAPA IN ST. NEOTS Part 1
Month: November 2018
NORTH WALSHAM – TWICE BITTERN
And so to North Walsham, to finally put Norfolk to bed. Isn’t pink marker the only true colour ? A rare chance to enjoy the delights of the Bittern Line, admiring the dramatic landscapes and graceful architecture of Roys of Wroxham. North Walsham is one of those places you only go to if you live… Continue reading NORTH WALSHAM – TWICE BITTERN
NOTHING RHYMES WITH IBIZA
Two posts to go to get shot of Norfolk for another year, the first of them the inevitable Broads gastro. At least there’s nothing near that Dereham hell-hole this time. The worst thing about the Broads is finding something to rhyme with the Bowie line that you’re legally obliged to reference. So here, relatively straight,… Continue reading NOTHING RHYMES WITH IBIZA
YOUR PUB TICKING HERO BRAVES BURNHAM
I couldn’t put it off any longer; Norfolk needed to be nipped in the bud (there’s a pun on local CAMRA there somewhere). Yes, I feel the same way about the North Norfolk coast as I do about France. The locals are fine but the (mainly North London) visitors are generally ghastly. Think of my… Continue reading YOUR PUB TICKING HERO BRAVES BURNHAM
BALHAM TO OSLO
London Pub No.6; by this stage BRAPA would have been on the floor arguing about Hull City fullbacks and being escorted to the door by angry locals. But I was taking things more moderately, and mixing the halves with the half-marathon (14 miles walked on this Tuesday, including some proper London back street strolling.… Continue reading BALHAM TO OSLO
A CLAPHAM COCKUP
“A man is very easily tired of London“ -Johnson (Boris, not Samuel). And I am getting weary of these capital posts, but your kind words keep me going. Downward and eastwards into Wandsworth proper, past the authentic Irish pub with cask and the famous Nemo statue. With a detour via Caffe Nero and the graveyard… Continue reading A CLAPHAM COCKUP
NECKLACE HUNTS IN EARLSFIELD
The Beer Guide is a tease, isn’t it ? How would you approach the Country House in Earlsfield ? Surely another dull Wandsworth pub with Sambrooks, sippers and scarves ? “Unspoilt basic backstreet boozer” says WhatPub, but I have my doubts. In West London “basic” means less than five choices of Prosecco. But there you… Continue reading NECKLACE HUNTS IN EARLSFIELD
ONLY 6Xs IN FULHAM
Greetings from Romania, better than you could ever imagine. More posts from West London though, starting with a rare trip to Fulham. We seem to have lost the Tim Taylors pub from Putney, but gained a Wadworths house. How I wish I could get a ticket for City’s game at Fulham, but that’s the downside… Continue reading ONLY 6Xs IN FULHAM
RAINBOW BRACES IN NOTTING HILL
Not many trips to Paddington, or to Kensington in recent years. Matt was there the other month for some skatepark underneath the A40, and raved about the Portobello Market, so I gave that a miss to bring you a bit of local community colour. The Windsor Castle is one of those famous London pubs that… Continue reading RAINBOW BRACES IN NOTTING HILL
DEATH IN LITTLE VENICE
For those of you wondering about a report on the pub crawl with Roger Protz, all I can say is that I hope to have it done before Manchester United goal difference returns to a positive. Better off reading Richard’s report and squinting at the photos of me. After Donny I was off to Paddington,… Continue reading DEATH IN LITTLE VENICE
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