TIM TAYLOR TAKEOVER AT THE SUN

January 2026. Waterbeach. Thursday brought the threat of snow to Sheffield, so after one night shivering (broken boiler) I was pleased to catch the first train back to Waterbeach to see Dad (not at his best), and do my bit in the fight against Dryanuary. I head right to the lounge. “It’s warmer to the… Continue reading TIM TAYLOR TAKEOVER AT THE SUN

PORT STREET, TONY’S PIES AND A POINT

January 2026. Manchester. A “dry” night in Manchester isn’t complete without a second pint on the way to the match, Port Street Beer House getting its annual visit on the basis you can see it from the Head of Steam. I really should like PSBH more; it’s quirky, friendly, encourages a mixed crowd, and the… Continue reading PORT STREET, TONY’S PIES AND A POINT

NEW IN MANCHESTER. THE HEAD OF STEAM

January 2025. Manchester. Wednesday brings a train from Rye to Ashford, and then to St Pancras (no pub stop), on to Sheffield (where the boiler has frozen), and off to Manchester for City v Brighton, whose fans have had a similar journey. I’m also here for an overdue cut from Matt in Chinatown’s Helvete, during… Continue reading NEW IN MANCHESTER. THE HEAD OF STEAM

TAKING DOWN THE TREE

January 2026. Rye. Obligatory video, from the best Christmas album. I‘ve used this one, and the title before, (twice !) which is sort of self-plagiarism, no ? No decorations for us again this year, in Sheffield or Waterbeach or Rye. Mumsnet would be outraged. But, in keeping with the need of the country to honour… Continue reading TAKING DOWN THE TREE

THE JENNY LIND SAYS “DO ONE, DRYANUARY”

I’m very pleased with that pic above, touch of Dylan album cover I reckon. If Bob had recorded his sophomore album in Hastings 60 years later. January 2025. Hastings. The three pubs on gorgeous All Saints Street in the bag (though not in the GBG), we reached the eponymous church, and the actual hotel that… Continue reading THE JENNY LIND SAYS “DO ONE, DRYANUARY”

PROPER PUBS SIGN ALERT. THE STAG, HASTINGS.

January 2026. Hastings. A third pub on All Saints Street in an hour, and a second Heritage entry in quick succession at the Stag. We left the Cinque Ports just as dusk was about to weave its magic. I reckon a real architectural enthusiast could spend a good hour in this quarter mile stretch. Virtually… Continue reading PROPER PUBS SIGN ALERT. THE STAG, HASTINGS.