“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
Ffarwel, Byn
Here’s the answer to last night’s Guess the Pub, my craftiest so far. Tavarn Ty Elise, run by Byn from Merthyr in the middle of Finistère, though to be honest I’d have guessed it was somewhere near Maenclochog from those clues. If I hadn’t edited the photos (all from Google Maps) you’d have seen the… Continue reading Ffarwel, Byn
GUESS THE PUB GOES TO THE TAVERN
After your disastrous performance in identifying pubs across the pond, let’s stay closer to home with a classic unspoilt tavern out west. Typically one ale on of late; you’ll probably have seen their 5% amber flagship on the side of lorries on our motorways recently. Proud of its Welsh roots (the Landlord is from Merthyr),… Continue reading GUESS THE PUB GOES TO THE TAVERN
GRENO-CHIPS
I got a bit distracted by the dessert-enforced closure of the Cow & Calf, and forgot to mention that Grenoside has another FIVE pubs, all apparently (potentially) open if Humphrey decides the Cow and Calf can’t be. It also, as you’ll see above, has some glorious woods, which redeemed a trudge around some “solid” but… Continue reading GRENO-CHIPS
FFS IT’S FOUNDERS !
You give the Americans an inch (of map) and they ask for a mile. You’ve had long enough; here’s the answer to yesterday’s “Guess the Pub Crosses the Pond“. If you’d analysed that bit of river really closely you could have deduced you were in Michigan, but the giveaway was this ‘lil fella; Yes, it’s… Continue reading FFS IT’S FOUNDERS !
GRENOSIDE AND THE HUMPHREY “INCIDENT”
In 1998 my old schoolmate Sean and I drove to Hillsborough to see 4th Division Cambridge United grab a memorable first leg League Cup victory at 1st Division Wednesday; Des Walker, Pressman, Di Canio et al. A memorable night, topped by a pre-match pint in a new Guide tick in the Cow & Calf in… Continue reading GRENOSIDE AND THE HUMPHREY “INCIDENT”
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