You left me on the foot of the Isle of Dogs, you sods, contemplating getting back to the comforts of Kings Cross station (Parcel Yard, Ho Ho Noodles and all) or walking the half hour to my first South-East London tick of the Guide year. What would you have done ? I checked the rules… Continue reading THE ONLY LIVING PUB TICKER IN NEW CROSS
PRE-EMPTIVE ANTICS ON THE ISLE OF DOGS
The Dr Who video games machine in my next pub in E14 hasn’t made it up to Christopher Eccleston yet, let alone Jodie Whittaker. SPOILER ALERT: The new Doctor is great, but kebab salad man is the star. The walk away from the skyscrapers into the residential Isle of Dogs is a highlight. Do any… Continue reading PRE-EMPTIVE ANTICS ON THE ISLE OF DOGS
DRINKING PETROLEUM WITH SCOTS ON THE WHARF
One new London chain pub is a joy, so what of a second in quick succession ? A mere 7 minutes hop over the many footbridges across the Wharf to the Henry Addington, punctuated by (let’s be honest here) pure gorgeousness. The Henry is the one that BRAPA didn’t take to. Pub 1327, Henry Addington,… Continue reading DRINKING PETROLEUM WITH SCOTS ON THE WHARF
CANARY (WHARF) IN A CHAIN PUB COAL MINE
I tried so hard to get a blog title using the Police classic (do Americans rate Zenyatta Mondatta ?). Not sure I succeeded. “You get so dizzy even walking in a straight line“. Yep, that’s me. Down to the Thames next, and a walk along the Narrow to the top of Canary Wharf. It’s a… Continue reading CANARY (WHARF) IN A CHAIN PUB COAL MINE
A LIMEHOUSE LOLLOP
Everyone is in East London these days. The Tand has a pad, my lad is at gigs in Hackney most months, and Simon had found a way of living down there at corporate expense. Even Donny John from IndyMan had visited last weekend, the same day I did my mammoth walk from Kings Cross… Continue reading A LIMEHOUSE LOLLOP
OLD PECULIER
One more new GBG pub in central Sheffield, after a detour into student land and Bear Tree records to buy vinyl a good few quid cheaper than Cambridge. Mrs RM, I confirmed, was still shoe hunting (why are men so much quicker at shopping ?) so I had time to admire the artwork near the… Continue reading OLD PECULIER
ROLE PLAYING SHEFFIELD STUDENTS & “MANEATER” & HIGH TABLES
Well, I survived IndyMan for another year, thanks to the company of John from Donny and a lovely young couple from Stockport (yes, there are young people in Stockport). I bet you can’t wait for my detailed tasting notes for all those awesome beers. But first, more Proper Pubs from last week’s Sheffield saunter.… Continue reading ROLE PLAYING SHEFFIELD STUDENTS & “MANEATER” & HIGH TABLES
BAR STEWARDS
Haven’t got long as I’m off to IndyManBeerCon soon; I know you’re all jealous, it’s gonna be awesome. Say hello if you see me in my Banks’s sweatshirt. Or sponsor me to ask “Which one tastes most like Doom Bar?”. Back in Sheffield, we left the red light district for the bright lights of the… Continue reading BAR STEWARDS
SHEFFIELD – A PEEP INTO NEEPSEND
James is safely settled into his new digs for Year 2 at Sheffield Uni, his toaster checked by his Mum and found to be fully functional. Microwaves can wait till Year 3. I think you’re supposed to leave your children to their own devices when they’re at Uni. But, hey, this is Sheffield, where… Continue reading SHEFFIELD – A PEEP INTO NEEPSEND
IT PAINS ME TO SAY THIS, BUT…
About time to bring the Worcester Wobble to an end, or it’ll take longer than the radio serialisation of “Tale of Two Cities” on LBC. We’d missed the “official” pint in the Paul Pry, but despite the call of the curry I felt we should visit Worcester’s most famous open/shut pub. I’ve had the picture… Continue reading IT PAINS ME TO SAY THIS, BUT…
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