WESTON BLACK CATS AND CULLOMPTON BLOWOUTS

18th January 2020 I’ve been uncharacteristically generous to my Sis on this trip, you might think, given the tiny lanes she directed me down in Cornwall (“Only following orders !”). But her pubby observations are highly valued, she doesn’t chat about the Love Island twins from Waterbeach, and when we had a tyre blow out… Continue reading WESTON BLACK CATS AND CULLOMPTON BLOWOUTS

DEVOLVING THE PINKING DUTIES IN LANLIVERY

18th January 2020 The journey home from Cornwall, a dozen GBG ticks in the bag, via the now ritual overnight stop at Weston-super-Mare. Bur first, the just as inevitable pub lunch down country lanes near the Eden project. Now, you’ll know I never resist an opportunity to ridicule myself and my loved ones. So if… Continue reading DEVOLVING THE PINKING DUTIES IN LANLIVERY

KING LIZARD & THE PUB TICK WIZARD

17th January 2020 “Enough of all these pubs” writes RetiredDave, “give us pictures of Cornish charity shops with micro hours“. I should start a business selling these printed signs in Thanet. No GBG pub at Lizard Point this year, but as the most southerly point of mainland Great Britain (whoopy-do) I supposed I ought to… Continue reading KING LIZARD & THE PUB TICK WIZARD

“MY MOTHER HAD DINNER WITH TOMMY TRINDER” – BACK TO THE SEVEN STARS

16th January 2020 (still) No, I couldn’t resist it. Particularly since it involved an impersonation of Joker on the way down to The Moor. My third trip to the Seven Stars, all since the Rev John Barrington Bennetts died. 5 points if you know what makes the Rev unique. In 2020, the year that Wickingman… Continue reading “MY MOTHER HAD DINNER WITH TOMMY TRINDER” – BACK TO THE SEVEN STARS