I’ve been on the Bass in Bath today and I really can’t be bothered with this post. sorry about that. Feel free to wait till I get into South London and something more interesting. More London, more gastro nothingness. The Beer Guide will always provide a trip to the Hamptons. This year it’s the Foresters… Continue reading BOUTIQUE HAMPTON WICK
Author: retiredmartin
SCHOOL’S OUT IN WHEATHAMPSTEAD
Hoorah ! for pre-emptive micro pub ticks in rural Hertfordshire ! Hoorah ! for completely inappropriate pictures of Ullage in church graveyards ! And Hoorah ! for places like the Reading Room which serve proper pub food like scotch eggs with posh piccalilli and chocolate cake (Spoiler: We had neither). Pubmeister seems to have a… Continue reading SCHOOL’S OUT IN WHEATHAMPSTEAD
PUB ROYALTY IN WINDSOR
If you don’t blow your own trumpet (so to speak) don’t assume someone else will do it for you. Duncan IS pub ticking royalty. It was obvious the Royal Borough of Windsor was expecting the Pubmeister and had taken precautions to prevent him being mobbed in the Corner House. Learning our lessons from St Albans, I… Continue reading PUB ROYALTY IN WINDSOR
CHAUFFEUR TO THE STARS
“Greater love hath no man than this; that he would give up his own ticking time to drive his friends around the pubs of the western Home Counties” At least “psychological support“* was provided as the trips came dangerously close to both Aylesbury and Maidenhead. Another tremendous day for being retired. This was the view… Continue reading CHAUFFEUR TO THE STARS
ST ALBANS PART II – MERMAIDS, MURK, MERRINESS
Part II of Bonfire Night In St Albans, with some real pyromania to come. I’ll be honest and say I didn’t enjoy this trip as much as “Lemonade with Simey“, and that’s got nothing to do with the company (though I did miss Mudgie). But Simon sneaks his own food into pubs, you know.… Continue reading ST ALBANS PART II – MERMAIDS, MURK, MERRINESS
BONFIRE NIGHT, ST ALBANS – PART I
Having seen how I can stretch out a post where I spend 27.5 minutes in a pub drinking a half of lemonade, you might fear for the blogging generated by a meeting in the home of CAMRA with these pub legends; Roger Protz – the best dressed man in pubdom. Oh, and THE GBG editor.… Continue reading BONFIRE NIGHT, ST ALBANS – PART I
DINING IN THE ‘DALE
I was going to skip the next post and get on to the St Albans crawl, but frankly that may be a longer read than the EU Withdrawal “Deal” so here’s a quick one from the new capital of cask. I know some of you can’t sleep for the worry that I may have… Continue reading DINING IN THE ‘DALE
KINDNESS IN TODMORDEN
Only fair that I continue my journey to Manchester via a quick stop in Todmorden, the sane older brother of Hebden. Where HB assaults you with weird smells and key keg seats, in Tod you get kindness. Plenty to admire on the OS extract, particularly for folk with minds as puerile as Russ. Despite the… Continue reading KINDNESS IN TODMORDEN
HIP HOP HEBDEN
After a few posts basking in the reflected glory of toping with BRAPA, I feel a bit guilty about bringing you a few more where nothing happens except for me asking for a drink, it being poured and me drinking it. Sorry. But at least you get some nice pictures of Hebden Bridge, a… Continue reading HIP HOP HEBDEN
A QUIET NIGHT IN BRADFORD
You left me in St Neots, making sure young Si was heading in the right direction over the bridge. Two and a bit hours later I was in the curry capital of the world. No, I didn’t start at the Punjab Sweet House and then top up my curry at the Fighting Cock. That way… Continue reading A QUIET NIGHT IN BRADFORD