And so to the Humber for three days of what is known in ticking circles as “mopping up”. I can’t wait to show you my famous GBG map and spreadsheet soon, so that Duncan can laugh at it. First stop, Caistor, capital of the “Greater Lincolnshire Backwaters”, shown here in relation to Grimsby for context.… Continue reading CAISTOR SUGAR
MAYO THIEVES OF SHEFFIELD
Yep, St Patrick’s Day. That’s how far behind I am on these posts. But at least they’re short so they won’t detain you from following MV3 on the big screen. The day after the trauma of spending an hour trapped with rugger fans I was on driving duties as Mrs RM took a rare day… Continue reading MAYO THIEVES OF SHEFFIELD
TRAPPED BY ENGLAND RUGGER FANS FROM KING’S LYNN
You left me (you sods) in Dalston, tipsy and hungry. Thank you, Pizza Union. You not only fed me well for £7, I also got the small thrill of the little buzzer that tells you when your pizza is ready. I must have been to Dalston before, the famed GBG Railway Tavern is just over… Continue reading TRAPPED BY ENGLAND RUGGER FANS FROM KING’S LYNN
WALKING DOWN THE KINGS(LAND) ROAD
STILL 90 minutes ’till my gig at the Shacklewell. I need a walk. Oooh. Actually in Dalston, never really been here before. Walking the Kingsland Road. Cue obscure 1979 Mod classic for BeerMat. I actually have that LP. 10p it cost me. More interestingly, here’s the screengrab from the Good Beer Guide app taken as… Continue reading WALKING DOWN THE KINGS(LAND) ROAD
BOYS DON’T CRY (£18.60 / PINT REMIX)
Greetings from the luxury of my suite at the Days Inn, Michaelwood Services. Us pub tickers know how to live. Rubbish WiFi, the biggest issue of the age, but I did get this; BRAPA stays in Premier Inns, being flush, and I think Duncan sleeps in his car so he can afford the £16.70 half… Continue reading BOYS DON’T CRY (£18.60 / PINT REMIX)
33-0
Next up was the Goose Island Tap. Unless you’re BRAPA. you have to be very careful with your blog titles here, so I’ve made this one abstract. It’s a jolly walk down from Old Street towards Spitalfields past some of the most interesting modern development in the City. I’m improving. I only bumped into 3… Continue reading 33-0
OLD STREET CRAFT SHUFFLE
“If in doubt, copy Pubmeister“. Except the moths thing, of course. If you want to skip the next post or two, just go straight to Duncan’s Capital craft crawl here. On the Saturday after my triumphant return from the Howardian Hills, I had one of those now unproductive afternoons in London that happen once you’ve… Continue reading OLD STREET CRAFT SHUFFLE
RICHMOND REVELATIONS
No. not that Richmond. I need trauma counselling after a trip there. This is the real one, home (well, close) to a recent CAMRA Pub of the Year and generally considered one of our great towns. Now, that is a beautiful bit of Ordnance Survey, but I’d never quite got it, till last week.… Continue reading RICHMOND REVELATIONS
THE SUB-£2.50 PINT LIVES, AND IT’S NOT SAM SMITHS.
I draw you in with the Sam Smiths glass and lacings, only to let you down, perhaps. Next up, Marton-in-the-Forest and Martin-in-the-Pub. Well, Stillington, strictly. Your typical north-of-York village, with everyone either away doing a pointless office job or stocking their larder for the coming apocalypse (postponed). Excellent Village store serving chunky sandwiches and posh… Continue reading THE SUB-£2.50 PINT LIVES, AND IT’S NOT SAM SMITHS.
GASTROHEAD REVISTED
Day 3 of my Grand Tour round North Yorkshire, and we’re in sight of Castle Howard., ancestral home of top pub ticker Si BRAPA Everitt (possibly) and only a few miles from the home of Bad Kitty. Of course, Brass Castle once again wasn’t open, which is why it’s in the Beer Guide. The Howardian… Continue reading GASTROHEAD REVISTED
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