These set of posts from Bath wouldn’t be complete without a picture of Father Christmas riding JoJo the Unicorn in a craft beer bar. Note the care taken in the composition of this photo, the austere Primark bag offsetting the glasses of Mango IPA and Mme Benger’s rainbow hat (competition for Jon’s Bass braces).

Brewed Boy is so new I couldn’t even find it on Bing Maps, and having noticed it a month ago I missed it this time, but the Bengers are Bath experts.  “It’s near the Do Dah sign” someone may have said.

Inspiration for a Police classic in 1980
Old Green tree
Brewed Boy somewhere between the Star and the Bell

You can see why Stafford Paul had begged us to make a detour here !  You don’t get proper beer like this in the Picture House.


No cask, so no pre-emptive tick, but the Brewski Mango IPA was spectacular.  I may have had more, but I don’t think Paul was making notes. If someone had the 10.5% Mint Imperial Stout, it wasn’t me (or Mrs RM).

I don’t think the traditional pub interior was going down too well after the Star.

Where to start ?

It would have been a flying stop, but we bumped into a couple of lovely people from the Greek island of Paros, taking a break from running the Marina Café.

Great company, and a real insight into life in Greece. They may well have sold their island to me (not literally), and not just because of their gold leaf burgers.

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We left before Paul succumbed to the call of the Bone Machine Fruited Sour.


  1. Paros is a wonderful island.
    Or at least it used to be before mass tourism discovered it.Although away from the capital it still retains charm and a few vestiges of the old days.
    I’ve been there probably a dozen times in 45 years.
    I first went when I was 18 years of age.My wife would have been four at the time.
    As she often says,Jesus Christ I’m sleeping with a dirty old man.


    1. “wonderful …. before mass tourism discovered it” – yes, but it’s the same everywhere.
      Apparently Blackpool once was a lovely quiet little fishing village.

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    2. “As she often says,Jesus Christ I’m sleeping with a dirty old man.”

      Twice the age gap on me PPT; but if she says ‘cradle robber’ I just reply with ‘grave robber’. 🙂


  2. That “Where to start?” photo made me chuckle. It’s as if they’d got everything into place and then said, “Hmm, what can we add that will make this even *more* offensive to Martin? Oh right! The pelican throw cushions!”


  3. “Inspiration for a Police classic in 1980”

    And that’s all I want to say to you. 🙂

    “Brewed Boy somewhere between the Star and the Bell”

    Actually due north of both, at the roundabout of Paragon/London and Walcott.

    “Where to start ?”

    Well, in keeping with the Police lyric theme:

    “Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
    Blockin’ out the scenery, breakin’ my mind
    Do this, don’t do that, can’t you read the sign?”

    “We left before Paul succumbed to the call of the Bone Machine Fruited Sour.”

    I think I’d be more worried about a can of Daisy Cutter. 😉


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  4. Those burgers look great Martin, but please tell me you are not supposed to eat the gold leaf; or is this just the latest foodie fad?


      1. The Laguna tandoori in Nottingham used to garnish its massallas with gold leaf in the 1980s. We ate it – it was hard to separate – no ill effects attributable as yet…

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      2. Less of this hiding behind the almighty “we” Martin. There’s too much of it nowadays – Paul will fill you in on that.

        Otherwise, story of my life, mate.

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  5. “Gold is considered “biologically inert,” meaning it passes through the digestive tract without being absorbed. … Gold leaf with a smaller carat value has more impurities and is less safe to eat. If you are careful and buy gold leaf that is clearly labeled as “edible” and has 22-24 carats, eating gold leaf is harmless”.

    So now we know, although it still doesn’t appeal.


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