What a month September was, even if the travel map suggest I’ve been ploughing up and down the middle of the country and ignoring the wings.


Frankly, if I hadn’t visited a single pub this month I’d have declared it one of my best ever, as End of the Road gave me 4 days of wonderful live music and the best weather of the year.

With football (well, VAR) back again, and a trip on the London underground as well, life suddenly seemed back to normal. The capital and second city looked breathtakingly beautiful.

My attempts to get octogenarians out drinking again gathered pace as I pushed my in-laws into pubs near and far.

Some excellent company in September, notably from the Hero of Hook himself. I think Citra managed all the Sheffield pubs on his map.

And as you’ll see in my next set of posts, Mrs RM has managed to combine shouting at French IT folk with driving me around remote Oxfordshire pubs for a half of Doom Bar. She’s a hero, too.


On the face of it, a GREAT month. Eighty-five (85) pub visits, 83 different ones, and 45 GBG ticks. 45 ticks is about par, I need 500 odd a year to finish the Guide before I’m 62. But some young whipper-snapper does 51 and has the audacity to taunt you in his latest post; “getting your wife to drive you to back of beyond Oxfordshire to pink off that final pub with half a Doom Bar.”. That’s me, that is.

PUB OF THE MONTH – The George on the Strand (near Temple)

Perhaps a first, London take my Pub of the Month title. On a day when every pub had cheery staff, the George had a wonderfully cosy after-work feel, good beer (one pump, hoorah !) and that sense of being somewhere special.

BEER OF THE MONTH – Theakston Best Bitter, Lord Nelson, Appleton Wiske

Proof that it’s the pub that makes cask magic, not the brewer. A reminder that the GBG can still produce a basic boozer with 2 pumps.


Well, let’s get North Yorkshire finished, shall we ?

And Cumbria, where I made great headway last week.

Who knows when the new GBG will actually “land” (ugh) with the Priority Club, and who cares.

More importantly, let’s just enjoy life, dance at the Sheffield Tap, laugh with friends, and hope the next petrol station is open so I don’t have to sleep in a ditch near Maidenhead.


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