BeerMat, who knows these things, tells us that Pfeffel has been in Coalville this week. We don’t know whether he found time for a Doom Bar in the Monkey Walk or a Pedi in the home of the UK’s most infamous golliwog. Legally, I should leave LE67 to BeerMat., who has exclusive rights to sell… Continue reading LE67
STREET DRINKING
Emma and Matt gave James and myself a guided tour of Manchester in August ’20. Gave ME a tour. I AM Mr. Manchester (joking, I think it’s a cob). I liked that; it’s a while since anyone gave me a tour. I think the last one were the tunnels below Nuremberg Castle. Baa Baa Toure… Continue reading STREET DRINKING
LOCKDOWN MANCHESTER BREACHED
Matt has completed his first year in Manchester. I was going to say he’d acquired a barbering qualification, a penchant for the Paramount (JDW) and a girlfriend, but Emma would rightly have called out my casual sexism. Emma joined us at BrewDog (I), a place I’ve never warmed to in the way I have the… Continue reading LOCKDOWN MANCHESTER BREACHED
A HOLT HALT
Is it Tuesday last, or last Tuesday? Russ will know. Anyway, on last Tuesday last I popped with James to see Matt in central Manchester for some brotherly bonding and a haircut. The centre of the city, which sounds like a line from Unknown Pleasures, is as quiet as you’ve heard, as we’ll see later.… Continue reading A HOLT HALT
GIVE US 50% OFF DOOM BAR NOW, RISHI
I returned home from Cornwall to the loving embrace of my family 4 days of washing, cleaning and laundry. Sunday off, then back to the hard yards of saving pubs and creating a huge tax burden for my children. Scarily, a dozen times for me, including the numerous coffees in Spoons. Yes, it’s half price… Continue reading GIVE US 50% OFF DOOM BAR NOW, RISHI
TRURO – A SLIGHT RETURN
My ticking was done after Launceston, and I returned to Constantine to pick Sis up from cuddling Grandchild No. 1. I thought I’d stop in the county town on the way and pick up some Verdant cans for the craft lovers. Well, that was the idea, but the queue for the Red Elephant craft beer… Continue reading TRURO – A SLIGHT RETURN
LAUNCESTON – SAVED BY THE BELL
You’re overdue an early Bee Gees reference, aren’t you ? No obvious Gibb Bros connection to your first and last town in Cornwall, though based Castle in the Air from their seminal 1972 album A Kick in the Head Is Worth Eight in the Pants could work. As you know I rate my readers on… Continue reading LAUNCESTON – SAVED BY THE BELL
GEORGIE THE DEVON PUB CAT ESCAPES FROM THE FRIDGE
“Is he STILL writing about Devon ?!” Not much more, then I can return to a Holt’s pub in Manchester and street art in Hartlepool (honest), which I expect you’ll prefer. Devon can be a bit samey, but like Essex quality was pretty consistent, and the welcome genuine (with one exception). None more so than… Continue reading GEORGIE THE DEVON PUB CAT ESCAPES FROM THE FRIDGE
TORRINGTON – IS IT GREAT ?
You left me in Great Torrington, where Twitter was in ferment about my prospects for the evening ahead; It looked quiet enough, too quiet really. I thought the Black Horse seemed the lively option, but a crowd of yoofs were simply agreeing a blog title for a post about another closed pub. Wiki says, reassuringly,… Continue reading TORRINGTON – IS IT GREAT ?
TADDIPORT LEPER FIELDS
Two days around Great Torrington, the centrepiece of the mass of villages with long names in Torridge District. Loads of pinking to do there, not none in Torrington (just below Weare Giffard on the GBG map), where I pitched my campervan for the night overlooking the leper fields of Taddiport. Quite a view from the… Continue reading TADDIPORT LEPER FIELDS
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