January 2025. Cambridge.
Or Chesterton, if we’re being pedantic.
In the morning I’d had to be very pedantic as I attended the Cambridge registry office to record my mum’s death correctly, without misspellings and errors that might muck up the nasty financial stuff later.
I am so thankful no-one in my immediate family is burdened by a middle name, with us being working class Fen folk. It’s rare enough to escape middle initial here; in the States you’re actually given one (NMN) if your parents forget.
Anyway, I digress from the pubs you’re here for.
And twice recently I’ve diverged from a path that would have taken me to the Haymakers,
the last of Cambridge’s GBG entries on my tour of my home town, run by Milton from my home village.
It’s really a pub for evening pizza and pints of 7.5% Marcus Aurelius,
a pub to take the boys and hide in the cute snug,
and admire brewery owner Richard’s cuddly friend.
Yes, I should go for the local, reliable, cask.
But, as so often these days, I get distracted by recent Untappd check ins and end up with something weird from Brentwood.
Pretty good (3+), though I felt both envy and regret as the next chap bought the bellwether Pegasus, while I knew I should have had the Marcus.
Next to me a girl conducted a lengthy search for a flat, an old boy finished a second pint, and only a couple of plates in the lounge hinted at food trade.
This was my nearest pub when I started work, and for 5 years I never crossed its threshold.
It’s a beauty,
as welcoming a suburban pub as any in Cambridge.
But, please, drink their own beers when you come here.
retiredmartin 
Wait. You worked? I thought you’d always been full time in the pub ticking game. Pubmeister
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When did pub ticking become “not work”
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Talking of names, did you know that Johnny Cash’s real name was J R Cash because his parents liked the sound of it but couldn’t decide what the letters should stand for. He chose John at random when he joined the US Air Force.
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Bill,
I had the misfortune to have Bill Cash as my MP for thirteen years. An elderly member of the Stafford Constitutional Club heard he would be going there and was delighted, saying how much she liked his music.
Talking of names, Hamemakers Arms – probably derived from Hammermakers Arms – is the Black Country equivalent of Haymakers Arms. Over fifty years ago I cycled to meetings at one in Walsall, a Banks’s house.
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Comment Of The Year.
Thanks Paul.
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This is the high quality content that folk come to this blog for, Paul.
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Where was the Haymakers Paul?
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Neil,
The Hamemakers Arms was in Blue Lane West near the Police building.
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Narrow table.
I’m just trying for comment awards.
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Stu,
Maybe it was taken from a narrow boat.
And that reminds of an article written about canalside pubs that mentioned “long boats”, yes, the sort of error that we still remember nearly fifty years later.
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