Especially for Paul Mudge of Stafford, here’s the evidence that Sam Smith’s Sheffield star is back with a bang. Mrs RM and I tipped up at 10.42pm, the latest I’ve been in a pub for a while. No sense of “You’re a bit close to last orders” like I get in some pubs at 10.30.… Continue reading THE BROWN BEAR IS BACK
CORSHAM – WINTER KILLS
Just for Mark, a bit of Yazoo today. Weird video, too. You were waiting for something to happen, weren’t you. ? Eagle-eyed readers (Russ) will have noticed an absence of “Opening hour drama” since GBG19 made its belated debut on 14 September (yes, I’m still bitter). But the trip to Bristol and Bath had… Continue reading CORSHAM – WINTER KILLS
HUNGERFORD IN A HURRY
Unless you’re BRAPA, not ALL pubs are worth reporting. I declined to tell you about one visit last week, despite bucolic setting, enthusiastic welcome, decent beer, and its status as local Pub of the Year. No doubt scholars will be debating which pub this was in 50 years time. I debated long and hard… Continue reading HUNGERFORD IN A HURRY
THEALE OR NO THEALE
It always pays to keep best buddies with Reading & etc CAMRA; they know where the best Doom Bar-only boozers are. And they can clearly pick a family-run dining pub for the Beer guide, too. Here’s one in “Terrific Theale”, as I propose the council rename it (bit like they did with Wootton Bassett). And… Continue reading THEALE OR NO THEALE
FOLLOWING THE RULES IN DOVER
Oddly, perhaps, Matt was quite keen to see the white cliffs of Dover before his gig. I’d had the best view from the train whizzing back from Folkestone. “It’s a bit daggy” he said of the town when we caught up at the Maison Dieu. And I guess he’s right. “Look at the cuddly… Continue reading FOLLOWING THE RULES IN DOVER
A FOLKESTONE FLYER
In lovely Dover, we parked up in the Bluebell, an exemplary Guest House in a less than exemplary area on the Folkestone Road. As the view from the bedroom window shows. While Mrs RM and Matt recovered from Punk IPA/Salted caramel fudge cake respectively, I took the Dover Priory train to Folkestone. Just a flying… Continue reading A FOLKESTONE FLYER
FAVERSHAM FEEDING FRENZY
Next stop Dover for Matt’s post-hardcore gig, and a chance to evaluate the state of preparations for Britain’s latest car park (aka the M26). Oddly, Google Maps then sent us via the M2, forcing a late change in GBG-driven lunch plans. Ah, Faversham. Underrated as a pub destination due to some folk’s preference for Harvey’s… Continue reading FAVERSHAM FEEDING FRENZY
THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM : CUT THE BEER RANGE
Good Bass, bad Bass. That’s the problem in the age of the cask lottery. The next day Bass popped up again in Bourne, of all places. What is this witchcraft, is Bass suddenly fashionable ?* Bourne isn’t fashionable. Even with the giants of Stamford and Spalding either side. A town that’s basically a busy bit… Continue reading THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM : CUT THE BEER RANGE
“I’D BE LYNCHED IF I STOPPED SELLING DRAUGHT BASS”
Next up is one of those really dreadful things that pub tickers do occasionally; return to a pub they’ve already ticked. Sometimes that happens by accident, of course. Sometimes it’s because you know they’ve got this on; At least I hoped the Three Kings in Threekingham hadn’t decided to make it an “occasional” beer, or… Continue reading “I’D BE LYNCHED IF I STOPPED SELLING DRAUGHT BASS”
MORE BREWERY TAPS UNDER WINDMILLS
Since I decided to go to one pub per post I’ve developed an impressive backlog. Only a week, but 20 pubs and counting. Makes BRAPA seem quite efficient. Not all ticks are as, er, exciting as the White Horse. The new wave of brewery taps and craft bars leave me a bit cold, as do… Continue reading MORE BREWERY TAPS UNDER WINDMILLS
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