I have been instructed by my professional advisors that any blog about Harpenden must include an Eric Morecambe reference as he lived and drank Benskins there. Of course the fact is his “beloved” Hatters played in a different universe county to the Harp, as it’s apparently known in Hertfordshire. You should only support a team… Continue reading HARPENDEN – WHAT DO YOU THINK OF IT SO FAR ?
AN UNEXPECTED VISITOR IN HEMEL HEMPSTEAD
An unexpected opportunity to “clear Hertfordshire” on the Friday, taken gratefully. As usual, a flying visit followed by messages such as “you should have done the micro” or “why didn’t you call me I’d have met you in the Steam Punk pub“. No Steam Punk community in Hemel, but no Sam Smiths pubs either in… Continue reading AN UNEXPECTED VISITOR IN HEMEL HEMPSTEAD
UCKFIELD – WELL THEN, WEAL DEN
The hits just keep on coming ! Another chapter of the GBG falls to the retiredmartin ticking machine. Only eight newbies in East Sussex, a bit disappointing given this includes the vast metropolises of Brighton, Hastings and Bexhill. But the good book has given us TWO new ticks in the vicinity of long neglected Uckfield.… Continue reading UCKFIELD – WELL THEN, WEAL DEN
A TAP, OF SORTS, FOR BRIGHTON
I’d scoured WhatPub for a like future Beer guide entry, and come up with the one with the word “Tap” in it. It was either that or the West Kemptown Green Party Club, if there is such a thing. Political clubs will be the big winners in GBG22, mark my words. East Street Tap gives… Continue reading A TAP, OF SORTS, FOR BRIGHTON
THE 4.45pm PINT IN THE BASKETMAKERS
Even more short posts coming up, I’m afraid, which will delight those of you who just want to see pictures of foaming pints with angry locals in the background, but frustrate the reader who wishes to read the detailed history of minor Susses towns. Arriving back in Brighton at 4.30pm I suddenly realised I hadn’t… Continue reading THE 4.45pm PINT IN THE BASKETMAKERS
HARVEY’S OLD
One more tick to knock West Sussex on the head for another GBG year. The Barley Mow at Walderton another one down tiny roads; John was clutching the Good Book he’d actually bought in the Royal Oak for comfort as I arrived in Breakneck Lane at about 5mph. A pub obscured by cars, but I… Continue reading HARVEY’S OLD
NEW TICKING TACTICS IN HOOKSWAY
There’s a number of ways to skin a Good Beer Guide (no, not a Stanley knife). Some, like Duncan “The Pubmeister” get their chauffeur Parker Martin to leave the engine running while they nip across the A584 for a half of DIPA necked in 30 seconds before leaping into a moving car and speeding off… Continue reading NEW TICKING TACTICS IN HOOKSWAY
TAKING PRIDE IN HAYLING ISLAND
This blog is proudly a WAGathaChristie free zone. Into Hampshire, and time for some Navigator. Yes, I’d been to Hayling Island before, apparently, but remembered nothing at all about it bar Mrs RM recounting happy family holidays with an Aunt (probably) and a bucket and spade (definitely). We were easily pleased in the ’70s. Hayling… Continue reading TAKING PRIDE IN HAYLING ISLAND
CHICHESTER CAN’T SLOW DOWN
If you’ve been reading this blog in despair at the lack of genuine micropubs, fear not, your wait is nearly over. And the Hornet is a corker, joining Anchored in Worthing among my favoured real micros. Being a micro, it opens at 4pm, giving me 3 hours to kill in Chichester. I could have watched… Continue reading CHICHESTER CAN’T SLOW DOWN
A DALLIANCE WITH DURRINGTON-ON-SEA
Just checking the definition of dalliance, it may not have been the best choice of word, but alliteration beats everything. Monday dawned (only 3 days behind !), Mrs RM left for some corporate gig near Brighton station, and after a leisurely flat white and toastie I set off behind her on my own “gig”. Stafford… Continue reading A DALLIANCE WITH DURRINGTON-ON-SEA
