Taylor Taxis rumbles on, transporting assorted sons and wife all over the UK, sometimes within touching distance of a new GBG entry. If only Mrs RM could get an assignment in Ullapool. Does Ullapool even have computers ? No sooner was I back from Manchester than I was taking Matt (and friend) back up there… Continue reading ALTON SHOWERS
Month: November 2019
HUMOUR, HOMEBREW AND DROPPED “m”s IN CLAYBROOKE MAGNA
I really liked the Pig in Uck in Claybrooke Agna, It’s typical of the jolly, unpretentious allrounders you get on the Warwickshire/Leicestershire border, a sub-category of boozer to be given protected status by the EU (oh). I tipped up just before 2pm, starving, and fell on their mercy to feed a famished Fenboy. Folk… Continue reading HUMOUR, HOMEBREW AND DROPPED “m”s IN CLAYBROOKE MAGNA
A WET WEDNESDAY IN WALSALL
A very quick post from the hinterlands of Walsall, because otherwise Walsall folk will think I don’t love them (no posts since 2015) and I really do. Walsall is probably the best place in the Midlands to hide from the Brum Frankfurt Markets at the moment, though I’ll be honest and say Bloxwich wasn’t at… Continue reading A WET WEDNESDAY IN WALSALL
BAND ON THE WALL
Where am I ? Oh, I’m back in Manchester last Wednesday, which is more-up-to-date than BRAPA who’s still on Rugby World Cup Final Day. When I say last Wednesday, I mean nine days ago, of course. If I meant this week I’d say this Wednesday. Hope that makes sense. Kathryn Joseph at Band on the… Continue reading BAND ON THE WALL
ZABADAK ! – IT’S MOBBERLEY
A title only Matthew Lawrenson will get, I suspect. Not sure Mobberley‘s Church Inn deserves a post, but it was gorgeous and pubby and one of those qualities is a bit rare in Cheshire. Five minutes up the line back to Manchester from Knutsford; it’s actually just about on the map I used in the… Continue reading ZABADAK ! – IT’S MOBBERLEY
BRAVING KNUTSFORD
WARNING : DO NOT READ WHILE EATING. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. A life’s mission to complete the Beer Guide has to play the cards that CAMRA deal. The obligatory closed micro, misunderstandings at the bar, a Brewer’s Fayre in Fife. But worst of all are the identikit gastropubs and wine bars of Cheshire, my least… Continue reading BRAVING KNUTSFORD
TUSK
Not just the Mac’s punk’s finest moment, immortalised in the Smashing Pumpkins “1979”, but yet another example of how pubs these days go the extra mile to offer patrons enhanced restroom experiences. See also Draft House, Aberdeen. The Roebuck in Draycott in the Clay, in the heart of Pedi/Bass land, hardly merits a post. Flat… Continue reading TUSK
(NEARLY) NEW SPOONS ON TUESDAY
“Will he stop banging on about Doom Bar ?” I hear you moan. Well, no. Having confirmed it can be a tremendous beer three times now, I feel compelled to test that hypothesis for you at every opportunity. Particularly when it’s £1.69 a pint. Actually, £1.49 with my token in Huntingdon Spoons, which suggests some… Continue reading (NEARLY) NEW SPOONS ON TUESDAY
“BITTER MEANS JOHN SMITHS SMOOTH”
99% of my pub visits, i.e. 594 a year, are enjoyable affairs. The odd one, a Conservative Club in Berkshire or a Buckinghamshire gastro with high tables for drinkers for instance, will disappoint. Very rarely do I leave a pub upset, unless they’ve been showing a City CAR decision or have Coldplay on repeat. The… Continue reading “BITTER MEANS JOHN SMITHS SMOOTH”
GORLESTON – KLASS-Y
Yes, it’s the one you’ve been waiting for. A first visit to the Queen of the East Coast since, ooh, before BRAPA started. Wiki tells me it’s a seaside resort, apparently. There were a good few dozen dotted on the beach on a cold Autumn Sunday. And Jehovah’s Witnesses. I confess I always assumed it… Continue reading GORLESTON – KLASS-Y
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