Regular readers, the ones who get my blog posts early and on shinier paper, may remember me moaning like a spoilt child about geographical oddities in the 2020 Guide.

The Wooden Walls in Staple Hill is probably described as “Bristol” by 99% of people who live there, the exception being a bloke called Colin who reckons he’s still in Mangotsfield.

Colin is wrong. Wiki tells me;


Between 1927 and 1974 Staple Hill was part of Mangotsfield Urban District.[9] Between 1974 and 1996 it was part of Kingswood Borough in the county of Avon, and it is now an unparished area in the unitary authority of South Gloucestershire.

So that’s clear, then. It’ll be listed under a separate section for Bristol micros next year.

We park up next to that memorial to W.G. Grace, near the W.G. Grace Memorial cricket ground. There’s a Spoons named after him, somewhere.

It’s possible William still plays for the local team on Sundays, despite being dead, who knows. I’m sure Boycott still plays for Yorkshire.

Grace would be horrified by the loss of Victorian gin palaces and the rise of craft bars in South Gloucestershire, but to be honest the Wooden Walls adds a touch of glass to dull suburbia. Though I like Bristol’s dull suburbia.

This was my 222nd pub visit since 4 July, and I’ve felt safe in them all (though the Spoons are getting a bit sticky). Mrs RM feels comfortable in pubs, even the smaller ones like this which use some lovely wood to divide us up from other tables.

There’s a rope at the door to make sure that beer tickers don’t rush in like rabid zombies and attempt to read the beer board.

I couldn’t read the tiny writing, being old, and attempted to order the beer from the descriptions on the blackboard that said things like “session beer” and “juicy IPA”.

To the credit of the lovely young team (“There you go, my lovely“) they didn’t mock me.

Lovely beer (Gloucester Brewery and Tiny Rebel), cosy and chatty, and enlivened by proper accents that you rarely here in King Street.

Just do as you’re told, from entrance to Gents, and you’ll be fine.

* Wiki tells us : All nine children in the Grace family, including the four daughters, were encouraged to play cricket although the girls, along with the dogs, were required for fielding only.


  1. My lovely is the greatest regional greeting in the country. More subtle than straight love, somehow more personal than mate or pal. The greatest thing about Brizzle, my lovely.

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  2. “even the smaller ones like this which use some lovely wood to divide us up from other tables.”

    Hence the name, the Wooden Walls? 😉

    “to make sure that beer tickers don’t rush in like rabid zombies ”

    Rabid Zombies are just as slow as regular zombies. They don’t rush.

    “No, here you sit down and read the list,”

    What’s the point of having a bloody beer board if you’re not allowed to read it? (sheesh)

    “Just do as you’re told, from entrance to Gents, and you’ll be fine.”

    I thought he was doing a three-legged walk.



  3. 222 is mighty impressive (mine is a paltry 57). Is that a trailer to the promised full and unexpurgated spreadsheet? I didn’t really warm to WW. Like the one in Coalville there was only one other customer who engaged the landlord throughout, so you felt like an irritation. Sure at other times it would be better.


    1. 222 includes 347 coffees and mint sodas in Spoons, plus numerous unprofessional pints in non-Guide pubs, so not that productive.

      YES !, spreadsheet on its way, possibly the day we get GBG21 early.

      It was very hard to engage with anyone in the WW, hard to say if that’s because of Covid distancing and those barriers. Some of those more beery places only work if you go as part of a group. I at least had Mrs RM to ignore me.

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      1. That’s sometimes true about going as a group. Bigger pubs tend to have more varied space to occupy, so even if that experience occurs it feels less alienating. My heightened expectation about the spreadsheet exceeds that of the new Guide. That’s how massive it is.

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      2. My thoughts exactly. I prefer bigger pubs, even when they’re quiet, as long as you can choose your own seat (which you can’t in micros). They just seem to contain more mystery, even if they’re a Marston’s 2-for-1 on an Oakham industrial estate dating from 2014.

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