I’ve given up the proper blogging from the van. You try loading Bing maps on a phone. But I’m legally obliged to bring you a post a day so here’s a real corker with an Irish Government feel. The beer is flat, but fresh, and tasty. The copper tables are perfect, though the perspex obscures… Continue reading ANOTHER MYSTERY PUB
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AIR PRESSURE FONTS IN CASTLE DOUGLAS
Better start doing some posts on this Scottish trip or my blog views will fall off a cliff. The start of a great adventure into the largely unticked west of Scotland began with a Greggs bacon roll at Carlisle services and continued with a closed pub at Haugh of Urr, which is easy for you… Continue reading AIR PRESSURE FONTS IN CASTLE DOUGLAS
PERSISTENCE PAYS OFF
Yes. I’m in Scotland, campervanning my way round Argyll. Whatever that is. Just been bitten by a midge (not Ure) so definitely Scotland. The original plans for Orkneys and Shetland were scrapped after Bill forgot to order more Doom Bar. But Oban and whatever you call the bits west of Lomond will do. 15 pubs… Continue reading PERSISTENCE PAYS OFF
WHERE WAS I ?
Some excellent guesses, all wrong, for that Guess the Pub. I was, of course, in the Blue Peter In Kirkcolm near Stranraer, staring across at the ferry to Ireland. We stuck the campervan on the site of the old RAF base and toddled into the village (pop. not many). The only facility in the village,… Continue reading WHERE WAS I ?
GUESS THE PUB
Live blogging from…you guess. Well, the seaside. Nice pub, out on a limb. One beer, served in a John Smiths Smooth glass. The true way. The landlord is from Queensbury, near the Dolphin. He serves a good pint. His wife makes a great fish and chips. And I guess a soundtrack of ELO and Michael… Continue reading GUESS THE PUB
A FAT CAT FEAST
You left me urging my in-laws forward to the front door of the Fat Cat, the busiest pub in Sheffield whenever I visit. This is the pub where I met 3 legends of the pub world in 2017, and I was keen to bag the cosy room on the left for the in-laws to show… Continue reading A FAT CAT FEAST
MADE IN SHEFFIELD
The last day of the in-laws’ fourteen (14) day stay, and as promised the Kelham Island pub. Kelham is an essential stop on any tourist’s trip, not just for the 37 varieties of pale beer but also to see proper industrial heritage. Look at that “&”. Luckily the Kelham Island Museum had just re-opened, so… Continue reading MADE IN SHEFFIELD
I WANNA BE TEENAGE
A poignant birthday for me, if not Matt (above), as Dad lost his last teenager to the terrifying twenties last Tuesday. There’s loads of great teenage songs, heh ? Well, not much beats the already classic one released last month; Dave “all music stopped in 1979” Southworth had never heard of Olivia, but then I… Continue reading I WANNA BE TEENAGE
WITH APOLOGIES TO THE LIBERALS
An uneventful 18 minutes from the (closed) black pudding stall out to the Elton Liberal Club, with just the furnace builders and B & M home stores to lighten my day. I fancy myself an expert on UK underpasses; please send me your own recommendations. But I have Newport, Bradford and Coventry down as 3… Continue reading WITH APOLOGIES TO THE LIBERALS
TAKE THE FIRST TRAM TO BURY
Last Tuesday was Matt’s 20th birthday, and he invited me and James over to Manchester to celebrate in the Northern Quarter. I don’t know about you, but at his age I was planning a night drinking Polish vodka in Footlights after my Certified Accountants Costing exam and asking my Dad to join me never crossed… Continue reading TAKE THE FIRST TRAM TO BURY
