
I’m not suggesting I used my parents house as a hotel, but I did use it as a base to make a trip to the capital on Thursday afternoon, saving £57 on the Stevenage Ibis I’d been despairing over spending a night in.
The planning for an assault on the new London Beer Guide entries is a highlight of any tickers life.
BRAPA relies on Tom Irvin and Colin the Cauliflower, while I of course have a team of 17 installed in the new garden shed Mrs RM bought me. This is the result of their labours.


The first tab shows the fourteen (14) newbies (for me, expect Duncan did some of them in the 1950s), and the map shows where they are.
Perhaps for the first time ever, no entries closed at weekends, but I’m still glad to be heading to Barbican (10 minutes on the Met line from Kings Cross) to tick The City entry on a weekday.

I love London (when there’s a clear sky) for the same reasons I love Manchester; a heady mixture of old and new, ornate and brutalist,

and a pub on every corner. In Manchester, you get better beer, but that’s a different tale.
There’s two pubs called the Sutton Arms within five minutes of Barbican Station. Our target isn’t the Fullers, though I was nearly tempted in and if this is Si’s sixth pint I bet he gets confused.

It’s this one;

Looks a corker, and it is. Reminds me a bit of the Old Fountain down the road in Old Street; proper boozer with a mix of custom and loads of interesting beer.


The highlights of my visit were the most cheery landlord in London, and a couple rhyming “all hands on deck” with Ant & Dec. You just don’t get that quality of entertainment sitting at home.

I’ll own up, I panicked and had a half of keg Boxcar Dark Harvest from Bethnal Green, and ask that my tick be allowed, though I’d be happy to go back here.

Though possibly not for the soundtrack, which was resolutely 2000s London indie.

The Landlord met me at the door. “Enjoy that ? Have a good Christmas mate“. I’ve said it a few times this year; London pubs have been wonderfully friendly this year. OK, that might be because they’re a bit too quiet, but it has been a wonderful return to form by our capital.
And one that would continue long into the night.
The Stag and Lantern sounds like an upmarket Slug and lettuce.
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“…had a half of keg Boxcar Dark Harvest from Bethnal Green, and ask that my tick be allowed”. I’ve just had a quick flick through the rule book, and apparently not only is this so-called tick disallowed but you are fined the previous 10 ticks and have to go back and do them again, drinking a pint in each – none of your crafty halves this time.
I don’t know. What is the world coming to? I blame that Boris Johnson, etc, etc.
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If I could count to 10 I’d obviously follow that rule, but sadly…
It was probably key keg. Whatever happened to Key Keg ? Were they bought by Marstons ?
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Everything’s brewed by Marston’s.
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Steady on or I won’t be offering you a lift to Aldershot in my Ford Prefect. Don’t forget to bring red flag to use when walking in front.
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Ford Prefect ? Is he that guy in the pyjamas in Hitchhiker ?
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That was Arthur Dent…
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I owned one of those. 55 miles to the gallon.
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Wow! Is bespoke cushioning on garden bench seating a thing in London now. Confirms all my suspicions about the metropolis. Mind you, I’d be looking to go in that first pub, curvy windows are great, so attractive. But then… solid squareform corner bars, they’re great too…
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Every pub in London looks inviting. The reality has often been different. Quieter pubs have shown off London at its Friendlier best.
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