“How long do I need to do Glasgow ?” asks one of my regular readers. Well, that depends whether you want to do ALL the Guide pubs, and whether you’ve a cultural bone in your body or not. You could easily spend two days doing Glasgow’s fantastic museums like the Kelvingrove and Burrell Collection. There’s… Continue reading 24 HOURS IN GLASGOW
Month: November 2020
TOWN AND GOWN
Let’s start the local posts, then (groan). Cambridge, starting at my usual free parking place in Chesterton. What a lovely sky, almost as if the good weather follows me around, eh ? Cambridge seems busier than in the first Lockdown, even though nothing is open. Not even Primark, which I always assumed was the very… Continue reading TOWN AND GOWN
DECEMBER WILL BE MAGIC AGAIN
Thanks for all your ideas on blogging to keep me out of trouble. Some of them seem semi-legal. Unlike folk in the plague-infected north I hope to move to some day (just as it enters Tier 4+ I expect), I follow those silly rules the 80 seat majority Government impose on us. So I’m staying… Continue reading DECEMBER WILL BE MAGIC AGAIN
THE TICKING AND THE DAMAGE DONE
Pubmeister, the only man to have completed a CURRENT (as opposed to 1987) Good Beer Guide has been clamouring to see my ticking spreadsheets. His own records of completion are kept on papyrus in the National Archive of Ticking Outputs in Egypt (Bucks). It’s also where Duncan keeps his secret stash of his favourite beer.… Continue reading THE TICKING AND THE DAMAGE DONE
FOUR MONTHS OFF, FOUR MONTHS ON, FOUR WEEKS OFF ?
And then the fun was over. Only now do I read that Waterbeach’s pharmacy-turned-cafe is now a pizzeria with Vedett (pronounced as in the Steeleye Span Christmas hit) on draught had finally opened that night. And closed at 10 the same evening. So I haven’t really got much to moan about. No pubs since November… Continue reading FOUR MONTHS OFF, FOUR MONTHS ON, FOUR WEEKS OFF ?
LOCKDOWN
You left me on Platform 9 at Kings Cross. The National Rail website told me the 15:42 would be packed; it was a third full. By a miracle I managed to leave the train at Waterbeach, otherwise I’d have been back in King’s Lynn wondering where my house had gone. As you can see, I… Continue reading LOCKDOWN
THAT UNWISE FINAL PINT OF ESB IN THE PARCEL YARD
We are all BRAPA. Thankfully, we’re not, or waiting on railway platforms would be a messy affair. I managed to make it back from the Jackalope to King’s Cross, which does have loos, only stopping to admire the Green Man (now renamed Greene Man to cash in on Graham Greene craze sweeping the nation). And… Continue reading THAT UNWISE FINAL PINT OF ESB IN THE PARCEL YARD
JACKALOPE
You left me in an alley behind the Harp on Lockdown Eve. I had a crumpled bit of paper in my pocket, but after five pubs I was starting to feel that doing all 21 that I needed to complete London was, perhaps, a stretch too far. Certainly on pints. I know it’s TECHNICALLY possible… Continue reading JACKALOPE
TOP 100 PUBS – THE HARP
Leaving the Princess, I consulted my artisanal map for my last day’s ticking before Lockdown 2. Four down, with two close by somewhere in Marylebone, which I always spell Marleybone. I almost fell at the furst hurdle; but I feared the wurst if I followed a Pride with curry, so started one of those long,… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – THE HARP
DO THE STRAND
Panic ye not, I’m not doing a Ferry-esque dance over the Thames, merely a retiredmartin rush as the impact of that Volcano coffee suddenly means I need the loo. Like Newcastle, London’s bridges are its real treasure. If you look very closely you can probably see BRAPA and Colin about to upset someone in Southend.… Continue reading DO THE STRAND
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