Many of you have express disappointment, nay, anger, at the lack of Maidenhead on this blog recently. No doubt they won’t be happy that I try to satisfy you with Binfield, either. But it’s only 5 miles south of the Honey Pot and as close as Mrs RM or I dare go. And the Stag… Continue reading AND A NIGHT OUT IN SWINDON
Month: November 2021
LONDON HAS FALLEN
If I say so myself, that’s a lovely spot of pinking on the London GBG page. Normally a doddle, but my move oop north meant less scope for raids down south, and it took me till the week before the new Guide “landed” (ugh) on everyone else’s door mat to finish the capital. In Hanwell.… Continue reading LONDON HAS FALLEN
MIDWEEK MURK
The story behind the lack of my Beer Guide is a bit murky, and I’ll bring you the full story later, but it looks like I’ll have to press on with GBG21 for a week more. In the meantime, here’s one of the drawbacks of living in Sheffield (no, not the tripe). We have too… Continue reading MIDWEEK MURK
TICKER CONSPIRACY
I still haven’t got the new Good Beer Guide. EVERYONE else has. It’s clearly victimisation of a Doom Bar drinker. To be fair, my trusty GBG21 is looking less damaged than ever and another week would give me time to complete most of the west of England. But that’s not the point. I feel excluded.… Continue reading TICKER CONSPIRACY
PRESTON PLAYS POP
I’d have stayed the night in Preston (aka Blackpool East), so I could bring you pics of Mick’s Mixed Grill and an unwise hunt for east Lancs pre-emptives, but the prices were outside my budget; so I caught the train home after doing the essentials. Mini pizza in the Greyfriar, and a walk through the… Continue reading PRESTON PLAYS POP
WREA GREEN – FYLDE UNDER “TICKED”
From Blackpool, I caught the No.63 bus to Wrea Green for my next tick. I shan’t be making a habit of the bus, but the alternative was a walk from Kirkham. In the rain. Wrea Green, famous only for the proximity of RAF Wharton, and the lovely village green captured here by Keith Wright. You… Continue reading WREA GREEN – FYLDE UNDER “TICKED”
TANGERINE DREAMS, BACK ON TRACK
A last dash to finish Lancashire before the new Beer Guide “drops” (ugh), though as at 17:55 on Tuesday 2nd November I’m still waiting, as Diana Ross famously sang about the late delivery of the 1972 GBG. Let’s go to Blackpool. I have a confession to make. I’d already pinked the No. 10 Ale House,… Continue reading TANGERINE DREAMS, BACK ON TRACK
SUPER SAM SMITHS STOUT
I’d love to have added the Traveller’s Rest in Oughtibridge to my “ALL THE PUBS IN SHEFFIELD ON FOOT” series, but part of the journey was the tram ride from Primrose View to the end of the line, so I’d be cheating, and I could NEVER lie to my readers. Still, it’s a worthwhile hike… Continue reading SUPER SAM SMITHS STOUT
A PLOUGHMAN’S LUNCH FOR THE PADIHAM WEAVERS
Still no GBG22 on my doorstep, and the two tickers who have received it are refusing to send me pics. Utterly despicable. I don’t expect as many new Guide entries (“churn”) as you usually get, the Covid limiting new openings and the ability of branch members to get around. The two newbies in Padiham are… Continue reading A PLOUGHMAN’S LUNCH FOR THE PADIHAM WEAVERS
BOYCE’S BARREL, A BURNLEY BEAUTY
The day after City’s 2-0 destruction of Burnley I was back on the edge of Pendle with Mrs RM, collecting two irritatingly elusive ticks 427 feet apart in textile centre Padiham. Rishi Sunak can’t tell Burnley and Bury apart (don’t lose sleep, they’re the same), but Rishi’s detractors on Twitter could never place Padiham (pop.… Continue reading BOYCE’S BARREL, A BURNLEY BEAUTY
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