Some folk may think this blog a bit obsessed with urinals; just wait till you’re as old as me. More short posts about Sussex compiled on dodgy WiFi in a campervan in Ayr for you, starting with the Roebuck in Laughton. The Roebuck is what we call a destination pub, but manages to retain a… Continue reading LAUGHTON LOO LAUGHS
Author: retiredmartin
Retired NHS, doing long walks around UK and the world to record the great bits. Focused on Good Beer Guide pubs and live music.
EMBER ECSTASY IN HAYWARD’S HEATH
OK, there’s two lies there for a start. The Red Lion was rubbish, and it’s strictly in Lindfield, but I doubt anyone bar Mudgie knows where either place is. The next few posts are all Sussex, which is decidedly more than a seaside town for hipsters. I can now travel on the railway to Brighton… Continue reading EMBER ECSTASY IN HAYWARD’S HEATH
MY PART IN THE GREAT CO2 SHORTAGE OF 2018
No, not the bubbles in Prosecco, but my consumption of pints of soda water while driving BRAPA round rural Cambridge must have tipped the supply of CO2 over the edge. Not that I’d have known what CO2 was, having scraped a CSE Grade 4 by spelling my name right in 1981. Anyway, 3 new ticks… Continue reading MY PART IN THE GREAT CO2 SHORTAGE OF 2018
IDENTIFYING THE NUMBER FOUR
More BRAPA fun on the Wednesday, with Simon by now 12 ticks to the good and none the worse for wear (I’m kidding, he looked terrible). My first taxi service of the day took us to the eastern extremes of Cambridgeshire, home of my first girlfriend and a Greene King dog called Dave (unconnected). The… Continue reading IDENTIFYING THE NUMBER FOUR
BRAPA COMES TO TOWN
I’m making such good progress on the blog that I get to bring you a report from BRAPA‘s long-awaited trip to Cambridge before he does. To preserve BRAPA’s anonymity I’ve blurred his face above so people can’t identify him and beat him up when he comes back. But here’s a nice picture of me… Continue reading BRAPA COMES TO TOWN
“WHICH ONE DO YOU RECOMMEND ?”
Two left in Hampshire, at either end of Emsworth. Before I get there, one more lustful look at the Coal Exchange. Shoulda’ gone in. Fans of traditional fonts (and garages) will enjoy Lillywhite Bros too. The Lord Raglan isn’t shabby either, though more for the setting by Slipper Mill Pond than the exterior. Dozens of… Continue reading “WHICH ONE DO YOU RECOMMEND ?”
EMSWORTH – THE END IS NEAR
More “What we did on our holidays” posts, even though I was listening to “Unhalfbricking” last night. Mudgie will get that one. Three pubs from one railway station, as I get close to completing Hampshire GBG for another year. Not the hardest county, but 17 new entries this year meant 6 trips past Staines on… Continue reading EMSWORTH – THE END IS NEAR
PROSECCO IN PORTSMOUTH
Let the last two days be a lesson to bloggers in how to squeeze half a dozen posts out of one evening on the South Coast. But for a lesson in proper pub writing, can I direct you to Lady Sinks The Booze. Read it twice. Amongst many great lines is this; “There are good… Continue reading PROSECCO IN PORTSMOUTH
AN OLD SOAK IN BASINGSTOKE
Probably an inadvisable title, but an irresistible one. Unless you can think of a better one. “Going off to croak in Basingstoke ” maybe ? Perhaps I’d be better off giving it the unofficial title of “Greater Hartley Wintney” But I come to praise the Base (as the kids call it), and the newish Premier… Continue reading AN OLD SOAK IN BASINGSTOKE
ITCHIN’ OVER THE ITCHEN
Reaching the end of the night now, via a scenic walk from Portswood to Woolston. You can follow my exciting journey below (the Pompey blue line). I’m sure you’ll know the point in a crawl when you consider going in a pub just because it looks interesting. So it was with the Hobbit. I… Continue reading ITCHIN’ OVER THE ITCHEN
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