Bankers for the next Beer Guide, that is. Si, Duncan and I can spot them a mile off these days. Bikes rather than mobility scooters outside the door, shiny tables resembling a board game, complex lavatory arrangements, hipster customers, Oh. And those beers you’ve never heard of, of course. But the beer. Wow. On a… Continue reading CRAFTY BANKERS
Month: May 2019
YOU CAN THANK YOUR LUCKY STARS FOR THE SQUIRREL
Rugby Pub No.5, and we weren’t even a little bit tipsy, apart from Richard who was becoming ever more animated at the prospect of some Proper Factory-produced beer at our next pub. On the way we passed an advert for Dean Friedman’s show, “Lucky Stars” and, er, the other ones. I just played his impressive… Continue reading YOU CAN THANK YOUR LUCKY STARS FOR THE SQUIRREL
I SUCCUMB TO THE PLUM (PORTER)
What are those #PubMen looking at ? I guess they were eyeing up my yummy Plum Porter at the Victoria, our fourth Rugby stop. This was the longest walk of the day, a mammoth ten minutes out towards the former Bass stronghold of Hillmorton. Ten minutes, and four excellent pieces of jaywalking from our… Continue reading I SUCCUMB TO THE PLUM (PORTER)
YOU CAN NEVER HAVE TOO MANY BASS MIRRORS
Two backstreet boozers to start, both with a decent smattering of custom by 2019 standards, then onto the “Lunch Stop” aka “Anywhere But Spoons“. The rest of our group doubted my navigational skills as I wove them past dustbins and through Balti kitchens and graveyards on the way to the Merchant’s. If I’d been… Continue reading YOU CAN NEVER HAVE TOO MANY BASS MIRRORS
CARLING BY THE JUG
Pub 2 on the Rugby Crawl was but a few yards from the Seven Stars. In fact, a look at my original schedule (being auctioned off in July) shows how close the pubs are together. You could visit eight in less than an hour, if you had Bob Hawke’s drinking prowess. The tourist… Continue reading CARLING BY THE JUG
SIX STARS IN RUGBY
I do hope there’s no unflattering pictures of your Pub Blogging Heroes on here. That would be terrible. Actually, there’s little point reading my posts on Rugby. R. Coldwell Esq has the better photos of old beer stuff and Mudgie will have eloquently said in 200 words what it takes me 2,000. But Richard hasn’t… Continue reading SIX STARS IN RUGBY
AN IXWORTH SPECIAL
Next up, one of those “Pub Lunches in Rural England” you folks love. The standard for this is Medomsley, of course. But Ixworth‘s Greyhound comes close. And has added Grockle. Just to show how far behind I am blogwise, despite the 3 posts a day, this calorific feast came before the Bury St Edmunds Festival,… Continue reading AN IXWORTH SPECIAL
CROUCHING DINER, HIDDEN PEDIGREE
Yet another county completed. Just for Si, here’s Doable Derbyshire; Just to confuse you, BRAPA came to the Spotted Cow in Holbrook AFTER me and has already blogged about it. His post is much too long for me to read, of course. Holbrook is eminently doable from Derby, as long as you don’t get distracted… Continue reading CROUCHING DINER, HIDDEN PEDIGREE
29.5mm
The next pub was also visited, and lauded, by young BRAPA this week. And rightly so. North Wingfield’s Shinnon was a mere 15 minutes walk from his next tick in Clay Cross, but clearly that was way beyond the range of our hero who resorted to the bus. The colliery villages below Chesterfield are some… Continue reading 29.5mm
TEENAGE DIRT BAGS IN THE PEAK
Two teenage dirt bags, in fact. The ones scrambling down towards Castleton from Peak Cavern in appropriate footwear. And the soundtrack in the rather elegant Ye Olde Nag’s Head, as I closed in on completing Derbyshire for another year. And before you ask, this IS the pub young BRAPA just blogged about. The blog where… Continue reading TEENAGE DIRT BAGS IN THE PEAK
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