So, you were wrong. Our flight from Manchester Airport took us not to the Beer Guide oasis of Jersey or Kirkwall, but rather the GBG desert of Malaga. Bing Maps doesn’t have an air travel option, so you’ll have to believe it took us 43:35 hours by bus. This short trip was a concession to… Continue reading MY FIRST ATTEMPT AT ORDERING A BEER IN SPANISH IS A DISASTER
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AIRPORT
Yes, we’ve been off for a short break to a mystical land WITHOUT BEER GUIDE ENTRIES, at the insistence of Mrs RM who’s bored of Sheffield, and also of Pro Properties of Hillsborough who want to get on with finishing off our downstairs en-suite garage conversion (special rates for Patronised readers of this blog). It… Continue reading AIRPORT
SUFFOLK HAS FALLEN
Much as I love Blackpool and Preston, I was pleased to get away from MicroCaskGin bars and back to pubs that look like pubs (blimey, listen to me), even if they are gentlefolk dining pubs in the heart of pashmina Suffolk. I mean, look at the White Horse in Sibton; 20 minutes from Southwold, 20… Continue reading SUFFOLK HAS FALLEN
THERE’S ALWAYS THE SUN
These posts get shorter and shorter. Next up, on my weekly trip “home” to Waterbeach, a rare return to my former local. Some things never change; the lights drawing you in, the 20 minute wait for the Chinese takeaway meaning you’ll get at least one pint in. I took Sis for a pint, just before… Continue reading THERE’S ALWAYS THE SUN
PIZZA IN PRESTON
No idea what that Squid Games art decorating the wall of the Northern Way in Preston is about, but it’s rather impressive. But I decided that with 40 minutes in town before the train home I was better off in a Proper Proud Preston Pub, and what more proper than a Spoons ? The Greyfriar… Continue reading PIZZA IN PRESTON
ON THE BUSES – GREATER PRESTON SPECIAL
Jane’s post last month laid down a marker with a corned beef bagel; I have no answer to that. She also set out some simple instructions to get the best deal on the buses (probably) which I completely ignored because I’d already done four pubs. When I asked about a ticket that would allow me… Continue reading ON THE BUSES – GREATER PRESTON SPECIAL
From South Shore into St. Anne’s
You left me jumping off the Number 7 Cleveleys – St Annes in need of the sea somewhere near Blackpool FC. “Taylor’s Law” says that the more desperate you are for a wee, the less likely there is to be a public toilet or unattended scrubland. Anyway, I clearly found somewhere, and then trudged to… Continue reading From South Shore into St. Anne’s
BLACKPOOL – BUSES, BUNDY, (WOBBLY) BOB, BLOOMFIELD ROAD, BURSTING BLADDER
Two ticks by two thirty, and if I’d caught the tram along the coast I’d have been in St. Anne’s for four o’ clock for a third. But the duff map on the GBG app, and a long discussion about glasses in the Shipwreck meant I arrived at the tram stop 30 seconds too late… Continue reading BLACKPOOL – BUSES, BUNDY, (WOBBLY) BOB, BLOOMFIELD ROAD, BURSTING BLADDER
PIE, PEAS, PINT, PUNK IN CLEVELEYS
Next stop, Cleveleys, and retro punk festivals*, apparently. £50 to hear 60 year olds croak through “Peaches“, “Teenage Kicks” and “It’s A Mystery“. A fool and their money…. Your cash is far better spent on ticking pubs by the seaside. The Shipwreck Brewery Co had the added attraction of being marked on the wrong spot… Continue reading PIE, PEAS, PINT, PUNK IN CLEVELEYS
THE LAYTON ACES
Back in Blackpool, and a largely featureless walk from the (wrong) station to Cask in Layton. Not to be confused with Cask & Tap, Tap @299b or Ma Kelly’s Cask Emporium. While I’m on the route, I should apologise to any owls who were offended by the comparison of this stretch of wall on Talbot… Continue reading THE LAYTON ACES
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