“Stop depressing us with pictures of burnt-out pubs on Sheffield industrial estates” writes A. Reader from Tonbridge (not Wells), at a stroke limiting my blogging blogging material by half. I’m tempted to bring you daily updates from our garden, which will at least please the cat-lovers amongst you (c. 99.2% of you). Sunday saw temperatures… Continue reading HERE COMES THE SUMMER
CHELTENHAM, BUT NOT AT THE RACES
It’s like deja vu all over again. Scare stories about Brazilians in South Gloucestershire putting my return to pubs at risk, a year after a lot of fuss about Cheltenham Festival taking place just as Covid cases started to spike. I was in the area a year ago, listening to some over confident Yorkies celebrating… Continue reading CHELTENHAM, BUT NOT AT THE RACES
FEBRUARY ’21 STOCKTAKE. TOWARDS THE FINISHING LINE.
I was going to do a post called “A Sceptical Rat”*, describing our futile attempts to rid our garden of an alleged infestation reported by our neighbour, the small concern noted the other day. James laid the trap, I complained about cruelty to God’s creatures, we set foot in our garden for the very first… Continue reading FEBRUARY ’21 STOCKTAKE. TOWARDS THE FINISHING LINE.
NORMAL SERVICE RESUMED ON MAN
More good news today, as the Isle of Man returned from its 24 hour lockdown after a mass outbreak of cases (6) the day before. How on earth did they cope on Saturday ? Here’s a group of Manx pubgoers, all forlorn, resigned to a picnic on the hill as the Albert was shut. I’ve… Continue reading NORMAL SERVICE RESUMED ON MAN
GUESS THE PUB GOES TO THE SEASIDE
Yes, I thought I’d make it easy for you by picking a pub which serves Doom Bar to narrow it down. I can also reveal that our mystery pub ISN’T in Mudgie’s Final Four Towns. That’s a very upmarket selection, isn’t it ? Where’s Cleethorpes, or Canvey Island, or Crosby ? Never mind, it was… Continue reading GUESS THE PUB GOES TO THE SEASIDE
WINTER, IT IS PAST
“Sun is shining, birds singing, City top of the League, cases falling. The light is getting closer.” That was my contribution to the debate on Blue Moon yesterday, and today’s Covid stats continue to encourage; Just as importantly, our takeaway from Sang Lung tonight was almost as good as Chung Hwa. A great Chinese takeaway… Continue reading WINTER, IT IS PAST
SNIVELLIN’ IN THE RIVELIN
Our lovely septuagenarian neighbours popped round the other night to tell us about a little problem that I’ll entertain you with later. It’s the first time we’ve spoke since Christmas, and I wouldn’t know they’re next door if it wasn’t for the huge “YEEEESSSSS !” when Sheffield United score (Jan 17th, I think). We compared… Continue reading SNIVELLIN’ IN THE RIVELIN
MALDON MAGIC
So, here’s the answer to your estuary Essex Guess the Pub. It’s……………… Tolleshunt D’arcy, named after Darcy Lapier (who ? – Ed), who famously shared a boyfriend (J-C VD) with Kylie, but is more famous for the White House Farm murders recently dramatized for Netflix. Quite why Netflix can’t dramatize something cuddly the meeting of… Continue reading MALDON MAGIC
GUESS THE PUB GOES ESTUARY ESSEX
My virtual trip to the pub today is a bit easier than the last couple, because you’ve had a hard week and deserve a gimmie. Oh look, some estuary. Doesn’t narrow it down, but I bet Etu has some hi-tech software that can identify it from that bit of map. A village with an apostrophe… Continue reading GUESS THE PUB GOES ESTUARY ESSEX
MOPING AROUND, WAITING
Only three more days and we’re in March, which is basically April Eve, when pubs come back. Something to look forward to in another grim month. Even the showroom dummies in the Hillsborough Sue Ryder store have fallen asleep. With pubs closed, Walkley-ites have taken to drinking their exotic cocktails atop the blue recycling bins… Continue reading MOPING AROUND, WAITING
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