Just checking the definition of dalliance, it may not have been the best choice of word, but alliteration beats everything.
Monday dawned (only 3 days behind !), Mrs RM left for some corporate gig near Brighton station, and after a leisurely flat white and toastie I set off behind her on my own “gig”.
Stafford Paul will be horrified to see the pubs I passed and didn’t go in.
It’s the third of those I regret missing out on, of course.
But if I had to revisit every good pub I pass I’d never complete the Guide, which this year brings you the Park View in Durrington-on-Sea, 30 minutes train ride and 20 minutes walk west of the chai latte stand.
“Durrington ?” you say. Isn’t that the place that Wikipedia passed by completely , bar a reference to the station as “the grimmest in the South“.
This is the main architectural feature, the Enforcement & Insolvency Service (not a craft bar).
Like all of Worthing’s 1930s shopping lanes, there’s a bit of beauty hidden in there somewhere. Perhaps in the national sausage champions.
An hour between trains, so I leg it up the The Boulevard and do the 1.3 miles in 19 minutes, which gives me 22 minutes in the Park View.
The first thing I notice is a sign saying “Closed“.
Well, I would always have gone to the Public anyway, but it’s good to see a pub taking the money for a 50th birthday without alienating its septuagenarian regulars and pub tickers.
It’s a bit “modern all-rounder”, but it’ll do.
One beer, the Parliament Channel competing with Katrina & the Waves, and a barman pulled between Lounge and Public.
One other drinker, and a couple bringing their elderly dad in to look at the menu. Despite the menu containing more options than Worthing Spoons, they said “sorry” and walked out again. The lack of broccoli on menus is losing pubs billions.
Actually, I then saw the blackboard offering Doom Bar from the other bar, and Gem is probably my least favoured beer after D********n. This one was first out the pumps NBSS 2.
Oh for one of those bottles of Noakes (pre-Blue Peter) Stout.
Another brisk 1.3 miles back, a lot of effort for a tick, but I’d walked off 87 calories, which I would shortly be putting back on in Chichester.
Well the toilets were open, so “Away for a wee in Durrington on Sea”.
Or is the “grimmest” station description due to a pre-emptive BRAPA visit?
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There were no guards here or at Goring so he’s probably safe.
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Are the Luftwaffe after him now?
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Surely “alliteration is all”? Need there, Worthing has a sizeable reach it seems.
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It has a decent sized GBG allocation, you mean.
We need to intern to do an audit, as I’m sure some micros have dropped out the Guide.
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And also what is listed under Worthing takes in a fair geographical area. Think Goring-on-Sea was last year for example. Can you get your team onto the micro issue? I can’t spare any of mine until the next tranche of funding comes through.
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Funding? Surely they’re all sixth formers from Carluke on a Geography project?
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Lost them all to a rival blog.
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That rat-chasing dog on the old Noakes beer must be the original Shep.
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Sorry that should have been “That rat-chasing dog on the old Noakes beer advert must be the original Shep.”
“Stafford Paul will be horrified to see the pubs I passed and didn’t go in.” – yes, the Heart and Hand I last used in 1974 and Lord Nelson and Prince Albert I was in just over two months ago.
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The woman on the Parliament channel look a bit like Tubbs out of The League of Gentlemen. Can’t be can it?
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Good grief 😕
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Although maximum dimensions are strictly defined, did you know, that there is no standard weight for a cricket bat?
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– and no standard weight for a cricketer.
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Butal. Isn’t that in Liverpool ?
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British Ugly Tower Appreciation League
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I too am horrified that you swerved those three pubs
Horrified
Tunbridge Wells
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