One left in Totnes, and at last a pub I’d feel comfortable taking Stafford Paul in. Despite the hanging baskets. There must be some normal people in Totnes, I thought. Sadly, they were all in the Seven Stars paying £4.35 a pint, and missing out on the traditional values of the Albert, whose custom… Continue reading ALBERT
£4.35 A PINT. £4.35!
I walked down Totnes High Street sulking about sour beer and shoddy service. “Be More Kind” said the voice in my head. Well, it is a lovely town. And the Royal Seven Stars is a stunner. Rather different from the Seven Stars of basic pub legend, or even the Falmouth Bass Haven. Not a seat… Continue reading £4.35 A PINT. £4.35!
INVISIBLE
“Invisible, you treat me like I’m invisible” I’ve no wish to start a “me too” post where you tell me your horror stories about being ignored at the bar (oh, go on then), but my mood didn’t improve at Totnes Pub No. 2 when I realised that Old Fat Bald Blokes are actually not noticeable… Continue reading INVISIBLE
BE MORE KIND (TO TOTNES)
I pray I have no readers in Totnes, which may just have edged out Maidenhead as my least favourite place on earth. I’d say it’s my Bete Noir but I can’t find the button to put the little hat on the first “e“, and I know how you fuss over such things. Three weeks ago… Continue reading BE MORE KIND (TO TOTNES)
A TEIGNMOUTH TRIBUTE
Last up in Teignmouth was the “community” pub. Every proper small town has a place like the Brass Monkey, along with the “beer” pub like the Anchor and a Conservative Club playing Madness hits. And a Spoons with palm trees on the roof top, of course. The Jolie was well named, and heaving, and… Continue reading A TEIGNMOUTH TRIBUTE
FISHTANKS AND FUNERALS
You’re getting a lot of photos now that I’ve learnt how to take the Huawei mark off the bottom, and also because I know how much you love pictures of blokes in shorts at the bar. And I was learning to love Teignmouth a bit as I walked back to town from Sheldon. Floral but… Continue reading FISHTANKS AND FUNERALS
FERRY, CROSS THE TEIGN TO THE C.C.
A bit of tourism for you now, as I make the dangerous and epic journey across the Teign to Shaldon Conservative Club. I really couldn’t have picked a better week to do the Devon Dozen (actually nine, but do what); a gorgeous sunny day with enough gentlefolk visitors to keep the pumps ticking over. That’s… Continue reading FERRY, CROSS THE TEIGN TO THE C.C.
THE NEWTON ABBOT HABIT
Back to mid-July in Devon, and the centrepiece of my 3 days in Plymouth. Yes, I caught the train back up the line to Teignmouth via Newton Abbot. 20 new GBG pubs within easy reach by train from Plymouth, which is as good a reason as any to live there, I guess. And you won’t… Continue reading THE NEWTON ABBOT HABIT
JULY ’19 STOCKTAKE + AUGUST PREVIEW
“New York, London (Gatwick), Powys, Lowick. Everybody talk about…my next tick” With apologies to M, that was my July, starting at JFK Airport and ending on Offa’s Dyke, with stops on Hadrian’s Wall and the Plymouth Barbican on the way. The usual month of contrasts in the posts, from dystopian Brooklyn, to post-dystopian donner… Continue reading JULY ’19 STOCKTAKE + AUGUST PREVIEW
THURSDAY NIGHT IS CURRY NIGHT
Yes, the Huawei watermark has gone. What can it all mean ? Back to Thursday night, which was busier than a New Year’s Eve in Maidenhead (I speak from painful experience). And rather more attractive. What do you do on a Thursday night after a session on the Bass, anyway ? Make a poor choice… Continue reading THURSDAY NIGHT IS CURRY NIGHT
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