Let’s get London finished, then I can move on to more exciting places like (checks notes) Great Glen, Gidea Park and Bucharest. The final leg of my Thursday in South London started at Elephant & Castle, always an exciting place at 5pm. Even if the Charlie Chaplin has finally bitten the dust. I would,… Continue reading THE ELEPHANT & CASTLE IN THE ROOM
“YOU LUCKY PEOPLE” -STREATHAM GETS ITS GBG ANTIC
Into Streatham, where’s there a bit more blog material than further west. For a start, this is the birthplace of Tommy Trinder, whose old home I passed and whose image graces the wall near the Leigham Well. I hope the attractive looking Leigham (London Pride, By the Horns) gets in the Guide as the side… Continue reading “YOU LUCKY PEOPLE” -STREATHAM GETS ITS GBG ANTIC
WEST NORWOOD (MAKES ME WANNA HOLLER)
More Marvin Gaye, more nearly gentrified London, if West Norwood can be called that. I took the train from Hampton Wick to Tulse Hill via Wimbledon and strolled down the A215, which is a bit like strolling out from Birmingham’s Jewellery Quarter into Smethwick. I couldn’t get my bearings at all. Where is this place… Continue reading WEST NORWOOD (MAKES ME WANNA HOLLER)
BOUTIQUE HAMPTON WICK
I’ve been on the Bass in Bath today and I really can’t be bothered with this post. sorry about that. Feel free to wait till I get into South London and something more interesting. More London, more gastro nothingness. The Beer Guide will always provide a trip to the Hamptons. This year it’s the Foresters… Continue reading BOUTIQUE HAMPTON WICK
SCHOOL’S OUT IN WHEATHAMPSTEAD
Hoorah ! for pre-emptive micro pub ticks in rural Hertfordshire ! Hoorah ! for completely inappropriate pictures of Ullage in church graveyards ! And Hoorah ! for places like the Reading Room which serve proper pub food like scotch eggs with posh piccalilli and chocolate cake (Spoiler: We had neither). Pubmeister seems to have a… Continue reading SCHOOL’S OUT IN WHEATHAMPSTEAD
PUB ROYALTY IN WINDSOR
If you don’t blow your own trumpet (so to speak) don’t assume someone else will do it for you. Duncan IS pub ticking royalty. It was obvious the Royal Borough of Windsor was expecting the Pubmeister and had taken precautions to prevent him being mobbed in the Corner House. Learning our lessons from St Albans, I… Continue reading PUB ROYALTY IN WINDSOR
CHAUFFEUR TO THE STARS
“Greater love hath no man than this; that he would give up his own ticking time to drive his friends around the pubs of the western Home Counties” At least “psychological support“* was provided as the trips came dangerously close to both Aylesbury and Maidenhead. Another tremendous day for being retired. This was the view… Continue reading CHAUFFEUR TO THE STARS
ST ALBANS PART II – MERMAIDS, MURK, MERRINESS
Part II of Bonfire Night In St Albans, with some real pyromania to come. I’ll be honest and say I didn’t enjoy this trip as much as “Lemonade with Simey“, and that’s got nothing to do with the company (though I did miss Mudgie). But Simon sneaks his own food into pubs, you know.… Continue reading ST ALBANS PART II – MERMAIDS, MURK, MERRINESS
BONFIRE NIGHT, ST ALBANS – PART I
Having seen how I can stretch out a post where I spend 27.5 minutes in a pub drinking a half of lemonade, you might fear for the blogging generated by a meeting in the home of CAMRA with these pub legends; Roger Protz – the best dressed man in pubdom. Oh, and THE GBG editor.… Continue reading BONFIRE NIGHT, ST ALBANS – PART I
DINING IN THE ‘DALE
I was going to skip the next post and get on to the St Albans crawl, but frankly that may be a longer read than the EU Withdrawal “Deal” so here’s a quick one from the new capital of cask. I know some of you can’t sleep for the worry that I may have… Continue reading DINING IN THE ‘DALE
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