Posting from the car park of the Flowing Spring near Henley, so excuse the typos. You left me at Oxford Road station where I briefly contemplated a pre-match pint at the Bulls Head before remembering the limitations of my bladder. Sadly, the walk to the Etihad may be paved with curry but there’s no cask… Continue reading TRYING TO GET A PINT AFTER THE MATCH
Month: September 2021
TO URMSTON, TO COMPLETE GREATER MANCHESTER !
My last “Greater Manchester” tick came before City’s thrilling draw with Southampton, and may be seen as a tad contentious. So my plan to do Urmston properly, perhaps take a week’s holiday here and declare it “the next Didsbury” will have to be put on hold. Instead I’ve just decided to take the easy tick… Continue reading TO URMSTON, TO COMPLETE GREATER MANCHESTER !
BACK ON THE TUBE, BACK ON THE ESB
Six London Guide pubs ticked on a Friday afternoon in 3 hours, leaving seven needed (2nd right column below) in the capital. Should be able to knock those off when I head back to Kings Cross to see a gig next week. Don’t worry, Duncan, there’ll be a full spreadsheet soon enough. My two trips… Continue reading BACK ON THE TUBE, BACK ON THE ESB
WEST ONE SHINE ON ME
AKA Let me take you by my hand……..and walk you through the streets of London to a back street Beer Guide pub*. In this case, the Barley Mow in W1. But they do show how gorgeous it is in The Smoke at dusk, even if/because it’s quieter than you’re used to. Usual prize for identifying… Continue reading WEST ONE SHINE ON ME
THE ASPARAGUS
Four pubs up (down ?), and time for a second Spoons. Another short hop on the Overground over the Thames to the unbridled joy that is the rear entrance to Clapham Junction, the busiest in Europe. Last time here I was walking to Sambrooks Brewery, admiring the Church of the Nazarene en-route. I’d admired The… Continue reading THE ASPARAGUS
PUSH, PUSH (on towards the GBG goal) IN THE (SHEPHERDS) BUSH
Back in late 1978, with punk at it’s height, the chart was dominated by disco classics like this one; As a naive 13 year old, I had no idea that this track was about the joys of pub ticking in W12. 1980 saw post-punk, with bands like The Icicle Works and The Electric Banana Band… Continue reading PUSH, PUSH (on towards the GBG goal) IN THE (SHEPHERDS) BUSH
BUT IS THIS REALLY FULHAM ?
I headed west, which isn’t a Jam song but sounds like something from that golden year of 1979 when Cambridge United finished level on points with Chelsea in Division II. Chelsea is, appropriately enough after Sunday’s display, a bus park in the west of Fulham, my next target after Holborn. But the GBG App told… Continue reading BUT IS THIS REALLY FULHAM ?
HOBSON’S CHOICE IN HOLBORN
It was 23 minutes from the Barbican to Temple on public transport and 23 minutes on foot. Clearly most people would have taken the bus, or stood waiting for the Uber, or given up. Walking London is one the great free pleasures, along with queueing for fuel and reading MumsNet, and is particularly enjoyable in… Continue reading HOBSON’S CHOICE IN HOLBORN
“In The City there’s a thousand pubs but one I need to do”
Yes, a sneaky Jam reference to herald a second visit to the Smoke since life returned on the Heaventeenth, sneaked into a visit to my parents (yes, Chung Hwa was visited). You’ll remember that in August I prepared this lovely map of my central ticking needs, and James and I managed to walk from Camden… Continue reading “In The City there’s a thousand pubs but one I need to do”
STILL NO REAL ALE AT THE ETIHAD
In the days before the Americans started complaining that this posts weren’t long enough, I could get away with 200 word commentary pieces, like this one on beer at the Etihad. 65 views over nearly six years, that’s a Chris Tavare of a post, that is. Nothing has changed since then; it’s still Amstel (in… Continue reading STILL NO REAL ALE AT THE ETIHAD
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