Two (or three ?) Swindon ticks down, and a third in the New Town as I took the scenic route down the hill past the Roaring Donkey. My big regret about Swindon is the total absence of Arkells in the GBG, perhaps the least highly-regarded of all traditional brewers apart from that lot in the… Continue reading STEAMING ! THE SURPRISING SWINDON NEW TOWN
TWO HOPS IN SWINDON OLD TOWN
Before we saunter round Swindon, some good(ish) news about the missing Good Beer Guide. It seems that during a CAMRA HQ administrative reorganisation the direct debit details for the GBG Club were lost, and an email asking me to set it up again went to “spam”, which I thought was the volunteers lunch at the… Continue reading TWO HOPS IN SWINDON OLD TOWN
AND A NIGHT OUT IN SWINDON
Many of you have express disappointment, nay, anger, at the lack of Maidenhead on this blog recently. No doubt they won’t be happy that I try to satisfy you with Binfield, either. But it’s only 5 miles south of the Honey Pot and as close as Mrs RM or I dare go. And the Stag… Continue reading AND A NIGHT OUT IN SWINDON
LONDON HAS FALLEN
If I say so myself, that’s a lovely spot of pinking on the London GBG page. Normally a doddle, but my move oop north meant less scope for raids down south, and it took me till the week before the new Guide “landed” (ugh) on everyone else’s door mat to finish the capital. In Hanwell.… Continue reading LONDON HAS FALLEN
MIDWEEK MURK
The story behind the lack of my Beer Guide is a bit murky, and I’ll bring you the full story later, but it looks like I’ll have to press on with GBG21 for a week more. In the meantime, here’s one of the drawbacks of living in Sheffield (no, not the tripe). We have too… Continue reading MIDWEEK MURK
TICKER CONSPIRACY
I still haven’t got the new Good Beer Guide. EVERYONE else has. It’s clearly victimisation of a Doom Bar drinker. To be fair, my trusty GBG21 is looking less damaged than ever and another week would give me time to complete most of the west of England. But that’s not the point. I feel excluded.… Continue reading TICKER CONSPIRACY
PRESTON PLAYS POP
I’d have stayed the night in Preston (aka Blackpool East), so I could bring you pics of Mick’s Mixed Grill and an unwise hunt for east Lancs pre-emptives, but the prices were outside my budget; so I caught the train home after doing the essentials. Mini pizza in the Greyfriar, and a walk through the… Continue reading PRESTON PLAYS POP
WREA GREEN – FYLDE UNDER “TICKED”
From Blackpool, I caught the No.63 bus to Wrea Green for my next tick. I shan’t be making a habit of the bus, but the alternative was a walk from Kirkham. In the rain. Wrea Green, famous only for the proximity of RAF Wharton, and the lovely village green captured here by Keith Wright. You… Continue reading WREA GREEN – FYLDE UNDER “TICKED”
TANGERINE DREAMS, BACK ON TRACK
A last dash to finish Lancashire before the new Beer Guide “drops” (ugh), though as at 17:55 on Tuesday 2nd November I’m still waiting, as Diana Ross famously sang about the late delivery of the 1972 GBG. Let’s go to Blackpool. I have a confession to make. I’d already pinked the No. 10 Ale House,… Continue reading TANGERINE DREAMS, BACK ON TRACK
SUPER SAM SMITHS STOUT
I’d love to have added the Traveller’s Rest in Oughtibridge to my “ALL THE PUBS IN SHEFFIELD ON FOOT” series, but part of the journey was the tram ride from Primrose View to the end of the line, so I’d be cheating, and I could NEVER lie to my readers. Still, it’s a worthwhile hike… Continue reading SUPER SAM SMITHS STOUT
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