“In the (Birmingham) City there’s a thousand words (OK 342) I wanna say to you“. Yes, one for Beer Mat now as we finally enter some Digbeth pubs you’ll all have heard of, even if you’ve never been further out of Brum than the funny bull statue. It’s the Anchor ! It must be 17… Continue reading DIG THE NEW BREED (OF DIGBETH PUBS)
Author: retiredmartin
OPTING OUT OF THE CASK ALE LOTTERY
Packets of Bombay Mix are fine, bit some of our esteemed (i.e. old) pubgoers get a bit hungry between pubs, so we resolved to make the Big Bulls Head an”official” lunch stop. On the way we lost a Sheffield Hatter, but did find a Melox Marvel. While Mrs RM is quite taken with the shops… Continue reading OPTING OUT OF THE CASK ALE LOTTERY
FOOD FOR THOUGHT IN DIGBETH
Well done to Life After Football for identifying the Ansells sign from Digbeth’s Eagle & Tun. It is just possible he has local knowledge, though. We popped there, across the road from the Woodman, having admired the old Curzon railway building, because all ale men are also rail men, aren’t they ? (A: No) Now,… Continue reading FOOD FOR THOUGHT IN DIGBETH
DIGBETH ’18 – IT BEGINS
Three days off pruning hedges and feeding teenagers, then off to Brum on World Cup Semi-Final Day. I won’t tell you how many England won by, just in case you still haven’t watched it on I-Player. The journey took 2 hrs 20, compared to the 90 minute stroll to St Andrews before the A14 improvements… Continue reading DIGBETH ’18 – IT BEGINS
SMOG, PARMO, VIMTO P***
I can only report what happens, you can censor it yourself by applying a Bass filter or something. But I’m afraid this post starts with Vimto Piss. No, not the legendary punk band from Louth (No. 41 in the 1987 Festive 50 with “Oi, get off my tractor“), but the subject of debate amongst two… Continue reading SMOG, PARMO, VIMTO P***
BANKING THE BASS
After the Wasp I checked in at my “value B & B” at 26 Outram. You can see my Booking.com review via that link, and speculate what I’m hinting at when I warn that shower rooms and bedrooms aren’t labelled. Highly recommended, and my car had been returned to its same position in the morning.… Continue reading BANKING THE BASS
PARMOLAND
Sorry for the gap between posts. I’m just back from the Isle of Man, which has wonderful coast, cask and cockles (well, Queenies), but cruddy internet. Resuming my chronology, I finished Durham’s GBG entries in Stockton-On-Tees, one of our greatest towns. You may disagree with that, but I doubt you’ve been. Or possibly you just… Continue reading PARMOLAND
BAPS & BOMBARDIER
Baps. Or Cobs. Or rolls. Or whatever you call them. But never muffins. One of the best indicators of Proper Pub, along with mobility scooters and stolen goods, is a supply of baps behind the counter, available throughout the day. On that basis the Black Horse west of Durham City scores highly. You even get… Continue reading BAPS & BOMBARDIER
THE SUN GOES DOWN (ON THE A689) (LIVING IT UP)
One of the most contentious issues in the pub blogging world is what makes the optimal music selection in a Proper Pub. This is very different from what constitutes good music; I don’t expect to hear Car Seat Headrest or Bo Ningen in a Sam Smiths pub, or Bruckner’s Eighth in a Brewer’s Fayre. I… Continue reading THE SUN GOES DOWN (ON THE A689) (LIVING IT UP)
MOTOR BIKIN’ TO MIDDLETON-IN-TEESDALE
Two days at home then off on Sunday to Durham, a trip which will culminate in this… Be very excited, Bass fans. But first, I went chasing waterfalls, and the end of the Durham chapter of the Beer Guide. Every week brings a new county to a close these days. My sixth trip up to… Continue reading MOTOR BIKIN’ TO MIDDLETON-IN-TEESDALE