Four pubs up (down ?), and time for a second Spoons. Another short hop on the Overground over the Thames to the unbridled joy that is the rear entrance to Clapham Junction, the busiest in Europe. Last time here I was walking to Sambrooks Brewery, admiring the Church of the Nazarene en-route. I’d admired The… Continue reading THE ASPARAGUS
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PUSH, PUSH (on towards the GBG goal) IN THE (SHEPHERDS) BUSH
Back in late 1978, with punk at it’s height, the chart was dominated by disco classics like this one; As a naive 13 year old, I had no idea that this track was about the joys of pub ticking in W12. 1980 saw post-punk, with bands like The Icicle Works and The Electric Banana Band… Continue reading PUSH, PUSH (on towards the GBG goal) IN THE (SHEPHERDS) BUSH
BUT IS THIS REALLY FULHAM ?
I headed west, which isn’t a Jam song but sounds like something from that golden year of 1979 when Cambridge United finished level on points with Chelsea in Division II. Chelsea is, appropriately enough after Sunday’s display, a bus park in the west of Fulham, my next target after Holborn. But the GBG App told… Continue reading BUT IS THIS REALLY FULHAM ?
HOBSON’S CHOICE IN HOLBORN
It was 23 minutes from the Barbican to Temple on public transport and 23 minutes on foot. Clearly most people would have taken the bus, or stood waiting for the Uber, or given up. Walking London is one the great free pleasures, along with queueing for fuel and reading MumsNet, and is particularly enjoyable in… Continue reading HOBSON’S CHOICE IN HOLBORN
“In The City there’s a thousand pubs but one I need to do”
Yes, a sneaky Jam reference to herald a second visit to the Smoke since life returned on the Heaventeenth, sneaked into a visit to my parents (yes, Chung Hwa was visited). You’ll remember that in August I prepared this lovely map of my central ticking needs, and James and I managed to walk from Camden… Continue reading “In The City there’s a thousand pubs but one I need to do”
STILL NO REAL ALE AT THE ETIHAD
In the days before the Americans started complaining that this posts weren’t long enough, I could get away with 200 word commentary pieces, like this one on beer at the Etihad. 65 views over nearly six years, that’s a Chris Tavare of a post, that is. Nothing has changed since then; it’s still Amstel (in… Continue reading STILL NO REAL ALE AT THE ETIHAD
WILLIAM (EVERARD), IT WAS REALLY NOTHING (TO REPLACE THAT DUFF PINT OF TIGER)
I start your new week with big (BIG) news, care of our Mark; Yes, Waitrose have officially recognised the Pub Ticker as a key part of their demographic and are offering 20% off a pack of markers to lure us into their stores to buy quail eggs or whatever they sell. Mrs RM has asked… Continue reading WILLIAM (EVERARD), IT WAS REALLY NOTHING (TO REPLACE THAT DUFF PINT OF TIGER)
IN DA CLUB (ECCLESALL ROAD)
I’m making decent progress towards the GBG, a dozen new ticks a week is typical, but I keep being distracted by Sheffield. And after a mucked up attempt to complete Sheffield with BRAPA this month, in which I left Simon in the care of more experienced Pub Men, I was feeling miffed I’d missed the… Continue reading IN DA CLUB (ECCLESALL ROAD)
APPLETON WISKE IS MAGIC
A short post, but one purpose of this blog is to allow people to search Google and find SOMETHING on unsung pubs like the Lord Nelson in Appleton Wiske. Where ? Here… Blimey that’s a lot of not much between Darlo and Northallerton and the former POTY in Hudswell. I’m closing in on completing North… Continue reading APPLETON WISKE IS MAGIC
DON’T HATE ON GREAT AYTON
There’s two sorts of settlements around micro-mad Middlesbrough (see: Blackpool Jane’s report); the gritty fun towns of the coast like Redcar and Loftus with £3 pints, and the gorgeous North Yorkshire villages bordering the Moors with £4 pints. That may only be a quid, but that quid difference is HUGE. Great Ayton is just big… Continue reading DON’T HATE ON GREAT AYTON