Another dull walk through the northern suburbs of Bournemouth to another dull micro pub with dull folk talking about other dull micro pubs, then. Er, no. The Firkin Shed, tucked between station and Dean Court Nou, is a bit overkill (almost literally), a bit like the Post Office place in Warwick or the Fez or… Continue reading BIZARRE BOURNEMOUTH
TAKING THE DUFF BEER OFF
More short reads, as I type this on a phone, which is my excuse for the inevitable typo. I can’t even do OS extracts to titillate Russ at the moment. You left me in a Winton micro trying to work out the most exciting way to walk into Bournemouth proper. But how can you walk… Continue reading TAKING THE DUFF BEER OFF
DOGS & UNRULY BEARDS WELCOME
Still in the hitherto unexplored suburbs of Bournemouth, still bringing you one pub at a time as I wait for the laptop to be repaired. I hope all those Bass mirrors don’t count as porn. Loads of pubs in Bournemouth “proper”, a spectacular zero in the Beer Guide, as all the micros head to the… Continue reading DOGS & UNRULY BEARDS WELCOME
A LITTLE BIT OF WINTON THAT IS FOREVER VANCOUVER
The really exciting bit of Dorset Dawdle now. Winton. Even with AFC Bournemouth enjoying glamour ties against Burnley and Huddersfield, I bet few of you could place Winton on the Navigator. I took the scenic route from Branksome, following your actual Bourne as it evaded some of the dullest housing outside of Watford. The smell… Continue reading A LITTLE BIT OF WINTON THAT IS FOREVER VANCOUVER
PARKESTONE’S CATS IN THE CHINESE
Next stop, that odd suburban area between Poole and Bournemouth that only GBG tickers ever visit. Or people alarmed that the nearest stop-off point calls itself a train station on Google maps. Mudgie and Tom will explode. No-one else gets off at Branksome, which won’t surprise you if you visit. Rather like Bexley, Upper Parkestone… Continue reading PARKESTONE’S CATS IN THE CHINESE
THE (GBG) POOLE OF DEATH
The second new tick in Poole was the “attractive old all-rounder” that is the King Charles. More locals than tourists. beers you’ve heard of, pub grub, Willie Nelson cover of “Ghost Riders on the Storm“, you know the type. In Cambridge it would be the Baron of Beef, I guess. Poole only has the 3… Continue reading THE (GBG) POOLE OF DEATH
POOLE – MORE STEVE CLARIDGE THAN CLARIDGE’S
You may like to know that since getting back from my fest I’ve done 12 (twelve) loads of washing, mostly Matt’s hardcore band T-shirts, and spent 3 hours reading BRAPA to see what I can nick. Which is more time than I spend writing my own rubbish. Up to my most recent ticking trip now,… Continue reading POOLE – MORE STEVE CLARIDGE THAN CLARIDGE’S
POLICE THEME PUBS
Just as in the Readers Digest of October 1977*, “I am Simon’s stalker“. The week before my visit to bucolic Blackpool, BRAPA had visited the exact same pubs as I did, attracting much weirder company than me. And despite being six pints to the good, he seems to have got better photos and remembered to… Continue reading POLICE THEME PUBS
PRE-EMPTIVE TEMPTATIONS AMONG THE TANGERINES
Yes, more Blackpool for you. You know you love it. I know that in our glorious summer, even Wythenshawe would shine, but the jewel of the Fylde coast looked majestic in late August. Thankfully it’s not all posh; there’s still unexplored quirky bits like General Street (information welcomed). Simon had kindly done the hard work,… Continue reading PRE-EMPTIVE TEMPTATIONS AMONG THE TANGERINES
BLACKPOOL. STILL VERY MUCH BLACKPOOL
Just back from the End of the Road, where Mrs RM has kept Beavertown in profit for the year, and youngest son Matt found a band he liked in the last hour of the festival. You’ll want to see my route back, dropping Mrs RM in Chippenham, a publess town, and only exceeding 60mph as… Continue reading BLACKPOOL. STILL VERY MUCH BLACKPOOL
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