April 2024. St. Albans. An evening in St. Albans, Social Club, trad pub, Wetherspoons. The Spoons was packed. The Waterend Barn is one of the JDW joys, a, er, barn of a place that draws in all human life. An Amy Winehouse tribute had just finished at the theatre next door, and I had to… Continue reading WILL YOU MEET ME IN THE WETHERSPOONS, ON THE CORNER NEAR TO MIDNIGHT…
SUSSEX IN ST.ALBANS
April 2024. St. Albans. Mrs RM messaged me on the mad dash back from Royston Social, my tick in the bag, to say she was in the Spoons with a large glass of Shiraz and not to rush. Well, I took that as instruction to stop in a bonus pub and picked the first Guide… Continue reading SUSSEX IN ST.ALBANS
LUKE LITTLER IS ON THE TELLY AGAIN
April 2024. St Albans. I’d parked up for the night in the Verulamium, the ghosts of Roman Centurions all around, warning me my new GBG tick was 52 minutes walk, and suddenly a half of Citra in a social club on the other side of St Albans didn’t appeal to Mrs RM. You go to… Continue reading LUKE LITTLER IS ON THE TELLY AGAIN
VERULAMIUM
April 2024. St. Albans. Another trip back south to visit both sets of parents; another half-way two-thirds stop in the campervan. It was almost a second stop in a week in Harpenden, too, but a few minutes further took us to St Albans and the Verulamium Park, which suddenly looks very dark. Dark skies are… Continue reading VERULAMIUM
POPPADOMS AND MOONSHINE
April 2024. Sheffield. I took the first bus back from Millhouses (it was a 3) into Sheffield, a journey filled with life and laughter amongst the three gentlefolk on the opposite seat. “Your hair’s really nice”. “Aww, thanks”. “I’m bald, can I borrow yours ?”. I walked a bit, aimlessly, hoping it was now too… Continue reading POPPADOMS AND MOONSHINE
GUESS THE NBSS
April 2024. Millhouses. Sheffield. Some French translation work for you this morning in the comments, I see, so let’s set you an additional task in deducing the beer scores at my next pub in the smart Sheffield suburb of Millhouses, a mile’s walk through a vast retail estate from Woodseats Spoons. This stone acts as… Continue reading GUESS THE NBSS
SPOONS LIFE, WOODSEATS PALACE
April 2024. Woodseats. Sheffield. Usual pattern; couple of nights in Waterbeach to start the week, then back “home” to Sheffield to forlornly try to get the laundry dry. Though, as Angela Rayner is finding out today, is “home” actually home if the neighbours say you’re never there and the grass is too long. We helped… Continue reading SPOONS LIFE, WOODSEATS PALACE
“Excuse him, he’s from The North”. SUNDAY NIGHT IN THE CROSS KEYS, HARPENDEN
April 2024. Harpenden. Unless Borehamwood has come up in the world since my last visit (2001) I can safely say Harpenden is the poshest town in Hertfordshire. And that’s despite a less than glamorous underpass at the station. The number of bistros and Thai restaurants is a good indicator of prosperity, and although the pubs… Continue reading “Excuse him, he’s from The North”. SUNDAY NIGHT IN THE CROSS KEYS, HARPENDEN
“Go in….you know you want to !”
April 2024. Harpenden. A Big Night Out in Harpenden, flush with the pride of saving at least £100 on Sunday night’s accommodation by sleeping in a campervan with a portable loo. And three (3) GBG ticks in the bag by six, quite a good effort for me since completing the Guide and losing that Fierce… Continue reading “Go in….you know you want to !”
A CRAFT HUNT IN HARPENDEN
April 2024. Harpenden. We left bucolic boring Bucks and headed into boring bucolic Beds via Woe-burn, and thence onto the Dunstable Northern Bypass, which probably deserves a blog of its own. I’d have taken a night in the campervan at Leighton Buzzard, but the prospect of an hour’s walk back from town to Heath &… Continue reading A CRAFT HUNT IN HARPENDEN
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