This pub blogging business is very competitive. Having lost out on the Pipers sponsorship deal to that Bailey fellow (I’m not bitter Paul, but watch your back), I’m exploring other monetisation opportunities. The Tripe Society offered me 0.0257p each time I mention chitterlings, for example, and Maidenhead‘s MP has offered me a quid each time… Continue reading TAKING A BITE OUT OF WIGHT
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THE BOURNEMOUTH RUNNER
“Bournemouth Runner! Didn’t get far Bournemouth Runner! First night Bournemouth Runner! But the second night He got away with our guiding light” Bournemouth Runner – The Fall Last pub of the first night was, indeed in Bournemouth, as foretold by Mark E Smith back in 1986. The second night ? You’ll have to wait.… Continue reading THE BOURNEMOUTH RUNNER
ALL CHANGE IN POOLE
The train from Wareham into Poole, across Lytchett and Hole Bays is a delight, as I was to reflect a day later on the bus ride from hell on the Isle of Wight. Less blog material, though. In contrast, the walk from Poole Station to the marvellous Quay is what kidz would call “a bit… Continue reading ALL CHANGE IN POOLE
WAREHAM SCARE’EM
Yesterday I had the great joy of accompanying BRAPA again as he conquered bleeding (green blood) swathes of north Dorset. It’s like following Forrest Gump on his run but you make more loo stops. On the Monday afternoon I was staying a pub or two ahead of Simon as he attempted to complete the… Continue reading WAREHAM SCARE’EM
WOOL, BUT NO SHEEP
A surprising number of Guide pubs in East Dorset are easily accessible by train, or at very least an hour long walk through mud and angry bulls from a station. Wool’s Black Bear is in the former category. The toilets at Christchurch station are closed, but at least there’s plenty of intriguing reading material. I… Continue reading WOOL, BUT NO SHEEP
CHRISTCHURCH HELLS
Oooh. Rare Hothouse Flowers reference there. Second LP, the one that Clarkson owns. I’ve been staying in the Brantwood B&B near Christchurch station, attempting to avoid a drunk bloke from York. You would too. I haven’t quite got the full picture of Christchurch yet, but it’s clearly a popular place. Three of the four… Continue reading CHRISTCHURCH HELLS
THE FASTEST PUBMAN IN THE WEST (OF EASTLEIGH)
Forgive me if this post is incoherent; I overdid the many joys of the Isle of Wight yesterday, and I have the joy of an afternoon with BRAPA later. Pray for me. A rather less eventful trip to Eastleigh, apparently the 9th best place to live in the UK. Which just shows some folk… Continue reading THE FASTEST PUBMAN IN THE WEST (OF EASTLEIGH)
AN OUTING TO DOWNHAM MARKET WETHERSPOONS
Mrs RM was in combat-ready mode at the weekend, preparing herself for a new IT consultancy job that started with a day in Maidenhead. She didn’t make me travel with her. To calm her nerves, I suggested a relaxing afternoon at the new Wetherspoons in Downham Market, half an hour up the line into Norfolk… Continue reading AN OUTING TO DOWNHAM MARKET WETHERSPOONS
BOING BOING, AFTERNOON BOOZING
My last Black Country tick in a whirlwind weekend was another of those Black Country Pubs I both love and loathe. Undoubtedly unpretentiously pubby, they sometimes spoil things by an excess of handpumps, particularly mid-week. And their excellent own beers seem neglected in favour of a long line of guests, neatly displayed on a big… Continue reading BOING BOING, AFTERNOON BOOZING
YAM YAM
Young Simon is clearly having a good time down in Dorset, exploring the unexpectedly rough pubs of Greater Bournemouth (Lesser Bournemouth is rubbish). I’m quite jealous of his first ever trips to Lower Parkston Ex-Servicemen’s Club and the Cricketers, particularly as I’ll only get to drive him to square micros this week. New entries to… Continue reading YAM YAM
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