Excuse the lack of a nice map. I’m typing this at Cornfield Bakery in Thame, listening to Ghostbusters. Which is appropriate as it’s always 1984 in Thame. Ooh, Kids in America now. North Yorkshire pub No.2 was the Uber Gastro Alice Hawthorn in Nun Monkton. That’s not the pub above, it’s the motel extension. It… Continue reading IS A PUB THAT DOESN’T SELL CRISPS REALLY A PUB ?

Of course, the question is “What’s that Swan wearing on his/her/their head ?” Post 1 from the Grand Tour comes from Wighill, dangerously close to BRAPA and Emma’s parents, so I’d better be kind. The late Richard Coldwell, who lived almost next door, never mentioned the White Swan which says a lot. The highlight is,… Continue reading NO SWANNING AROUND AT THE START OF THE GREAT MR & MRS RM NORTHERN TICKATHON

…..Hello, Sadler’s Cat. I finished that last post a little abruptly, about 20 seconds before I fell asleep, leaving you no doubt on tenterhooks as to where I’d found a post-match pint. Just here. And if you don’t know where Sadler’s Yard is, you’re not alone, as neither does Matt. “Near Victoria Station, y’know, behind… Continue reading GOODBYE PILCROW…

Posting from the car park of the Flowing Spring near Henley, so excuse the typos. You left me at Oxford Road station where I briefly contemplated a pre-match pint at the Bulls Head before remembering the limitations of my bladder. Sadly, the walk to the Etihad may be paved with curry but there’s no cask… Continue reading TRYING TO GET A PINT AFTER THE MATCH

Six London Guide pubs ticked on a Friday afternoon in 3 hours, leaving seven needed (2nd right column below) in the capital. Should be able to knock those off when I head back to Kings Cross to see a gig next week. Don’t worry, Duncan, there’ll be a full spreadsheet soon enough. My two trips… Continue reading BACK ON THE TUBE, BACK ON THE ESB