You left me in Motspur Park, (F) which at least I can tell my children I’ve seen now. Wiki tells me the area has had two famous residents; Nigel Winterburn and George Clinton. Nigel apparently played maracas on the video for “Do fries go with that shake ?“. Anyway, too exciting for me, so I… Continue reading THE PEMBURY
Month: December 2019
BOB and RUDOLPH
Pub 5 on the West London list, and getting tricky. I’d asked in the Black Lion where Motspur Park was and just got shrugs. Technically New Malden, whoever he is. So I took the train to New Malded and walked, hoping for art. With the greatest respect, it’s duller than Cheadle. At least dusk made… Continue reading BOB and RUDOLPH
“TELL ME SOMETHING INTERESTING ABOUT SURBITON”
I might group these pubs together soon, but then I’d go over 500 words and you’d just look at the pictures and try to find typos. And unquestionably, Surbiton’s Black Lion deserves its place in the sun. Excitingly, Surbiton needs a zig zag in and out of Clapham Junction to really increase my dispiritedness levels.… Continue reading “TELL ME SOMETHING INTERESTING ABOUT SURBITON”
LEAVING THE KEW TO STEW
Look at the sacred scrap of paper with my West London itinerary and you’ll see how I’m sticking to the running order. Can I make it to the very end ? Don’t be daft, that’s sixteen (16) pubs. It was hard enough getting to Richmond’s Tap Tavern, for goodness sake. I waited on the corner… Continue reading LEAVING THE KEW TO STEW
BRENTFORD : BEES, PUB CATS, BLACK DOG
Well, this is an easy post on Brentford. Would have been better if I’d popped back in the Express Tavern for a Bass, of course, but these itineraries need to work like clockwork. So as I stood waiting for the E2 that seemed reluctant to come and staring at a sign for Piri Piri. Second… Continue reading BRENTFORD : BEES, PUB CATS, BLACK DOG
SEXUAL EALING
On the upside, nabbing that title means BRAPA can’t use it. If he already has, I regret nothing. On the downside, it raises expectations I’ve no chance of meeting. For goodness sake, it’s Ealing, not Ely ! I suppose the Nude coffee at South Ealing is titillating in its way* ? Never mind, here’s a… Continue reading SEXUAL EALING
SEEING THE PRESTON
Odd tidy-up post, this, combining Preston, Penwortham and the Queen of Sydney. Quite a good day out from Eccles, five new GBG pubs including two I failed to pre-empt on the legendary Preston trip back in the heady days of August. I was a bit surprised to see Orchard enter the GBG mere days later,… Continue reading SEEING THE PRESTON
DODGING NOROVIRUS OUTBREAKS IN LANCASTER
I’ve been living a charmed life of late, dodging the floods in Yorkshire, BRAPA in Cumbria, and now a Norovirus outbreak in a Lancaster Spoons. I won’t make light of Norovirus (not to be confused with Nostradamus) and tell you that missing BRAPA by a day was the luckier escape. The Richard Owen seemed a… Continue reading DODGING NOROVIRUS OUTBREAKS IN LANCASTER
HEST IS BEST
Lancashire pub life, eh ? Ain’t it grand. Irish Sea Dave is the expert on the basic pubs of Morecambe Bay, and has almost certainly beat me to the Crossing at the, er, crossing at Hest Bank, one of three (3) pubs in a row on my Morecambe meander. A pleasant stroll along the coast… Continue reading HEST IS BEST
AREN’T SAM SMITHS PUBS GORGEOUS ?
It’s such a shame we can’t take photos with our phones in Sam’s anymore. Thank goodness for Kodak. My Sam Smiths experience came at the end of a Sunday spent in loud community pubs in east Lancashire. Having checked into the Milton in Eccles (£31) I toyed with finding a new bar in the Quays,… Continue reading AREN’T SAM SMITHS PUBS GORGEOUS ?
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