Matthew had promised me a “scary tour” of his ‘hood. Plungington is lively, but can I politely suggest that Matt has never worn that paisley shirt within sight of Maidenhead Cons Club. Not the most complex half-hour walk in history to GBG newbie No.3, the attractively named Plunginton, but on the way I got the… Continue reading VINYL TAP
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WARMING UP IN PROUD PRESTON
“Are we in Preston yet ?” said the excited boy to his mum as the train passed Garstang, which really deserves its own stop now it’s got a new Guide entry. It was understandable that the young lad was in a state of frenzy as we pulled into the City of Dreams, even in the… Continue reading WARMING UP IN PROUD PRESTON
FONT APPRECIATION AT THE LANCASTER GOLDEN LION
Preston makes a great base for pub tickers, with fast trains* to pub hubs like Westhoughton, Lancaster and Blackpool, and providing an opportunity to meet the Pub King of West Lancashire himself; More from Matthew shortly. I started Friday afternoon in Lancaster, always a curate’s egg with its attractive architecture but strangely unalluring pubs (and… Continue reading FONT APPRECIATION AT THE LANCASTER GOLDEN LION
CLOUDWATER ARRIVES IN WESTHOUGHTON
There you go, a literal title perfectly evidenced by the photo. Don’t see that very often. Hands up who can place Westhoughton on the map ? Feels like a Wigan town, but it’s very Bolton (Francis Lee was born there), and there’s no way you’ll forget you’ve just left the South. Holt pub, mobility scooter,… Continue reading CLOUDWATER ARRIVES IN WESTHOUGHTON
JULIA JACKLIN v SILENT PLANET THROUGH THE ROTHERHITHE TUNNEL
On the Tuesday night I had a return trip to South London for Julia Jacklin‘s premiere of her magical new record near London Bridge, a handy place from which to finish off the London GBG entries. But life has other plans. Or in this case, Matt, who was desperate to see Silent Planet, the best… Continue reading JULIA JACKLIN v SILENT PLANET THROUGH THE ROTHERHITHE TUNNEL
A WALTHAMSTOW MARKET PUB
Only two weeks till Simon “BRAPA” Everitt will be donning his pixie outfit (above) and riding his silver reindeer into rural village pubs on Christmas Day, demanding a pint at 11.57am. Pubs are certainly in the middle of festive season meltdown (these posts are so far behind the Halloween decs are still up), which (touch… Continue reading A WALTHAMSTOW MARKET PUB
NODDY MAKES A RETURN VISIT TO THE SHORTLANDS TAVERN
Really into short post territory now (unlike BRAPA), with a return visit to the Shortlands Tavern while I wait for the train to trundle up from Bromley South. I had 14 minutes. Less the three minutes I’d need to admire the hidden beauty of Shortlands Station. Shortlands feels like the suburb of Bromley it is,… Continue reading NODDY MAKES A RETURN VISIT TO THE SHORTLANDS TAVERN
BROMLEY GOES TASTER-MAD
On to one of the real tourist honeypots that the Guide brings you kicking and screaming to, in this case on a slow train from Denmark Hill. “Welcome to Bromley” screams the sign welcoming tourists, probably. This is the place that South-east London and West Kent shoppers used to travel to in the decades before… Continue reading BROMLEY GOES TASTER-MAD
BATTERED BY BARREL-AGED BOURBON AT SAMBROOKS
A number of you* have asked for more features on brewery taps on this blog, getting bored of all these pictures of churches, street art and Primark bags. This one’s for you, as Neil Young probably sang. I’d been warned about the back streets of Battersea by someone who shall remain nameless. I must be… Continue reading BATTERED BY BARREL-AGED BOURBON AT SAMBROOKS
WHERE THE **** HAVE ALL THE CASHPOINTS IN CARTERTON GONE ?
Now to the pub I know you’ve been waiting for, the Siege of Orleans in Carterton. “Where ?” Why, between Crocodiles of the World and Ducklington, of course. I’d seen it, marked just off the A40 between wonderful Witney and boring Burford, but I assumed it was a small village serving Brize Norton Airfield, which… Continue reading WHERE THE **** HAVE ALL THE CASHPOINTS IN CARTERTON GONE ?
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