Bristol’s suburbs take a bit of getting used to, which I like. Better to be lost in a dangerous part of town than to know where you are, any day. It turns out the Greenbank isn’t actually in St Pauls, it’s in Easton, or possibly Stapleton Road, where I get off the train. Anyway, this… Continue reading MUMS WHO CRAFT
HELLO CHUMS
Next up, a Bristol micro. Yes, another one. Micros aren’t just for run down seaside towns, you know. Chums is in the heart of gentrified Redland, Bristol’s Gwydir Street . Stockport has no equivalent, though “Where The Light Gets In” may be the equivalent of Redland’s famed “hunter gatherer” restaurant Wilsons. I love this area;… Continue reading HELLO CHUMS
BRISTOL GBG TO A FINISH (VOL I – VIEW TO A PILL)
Lots of variety now, as I spend a day ticking Bristol pubs on the way to the glory that is completing Gloucestershire for the very first time. One day, BRAPA will know how this feels. Some questions for me to answer; Would I be the only afternoon customer ? (not quite) Would the beer… Continue reading BRISTOL GBG TO A FINISH (VOL I – VIEW TO A PILL)
TOP 100 PUBS – THE BOAT INN, PENALLT
Pubmeister has just completed all the Good Beer Guide pubs in England, again. Well done, Duncan. The GBG tick remains just as tough a task as when first undertaken by Sir Richard Francis Burton in 1852, 120 years before CAMRA invented real ale. NB A reminder that signed photos* of Duncan in shorts are still… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – THE BOAT INN, PENALLT
CINDERFORD – IT’S UNBELIEVABLE
Well, unless I really am ghost-writing this rubbish, I clearly survived Cinderford. No joking; I’d had more warnings about this place than anywhere I’ve ever been. And I’ve been to Coatbridge. And Panama. It was hotter than Panama at Christmas as I arrived in town on Thursday night to find the 8,000 souls enjoying… Continue reading CINDERFORD – IT’S UNBELIEVABLE
SAVED PENALTIES & SAVED PUBS IN UPPER SOUDLEY
You left me on Day 3 of the Forest of Dean Big Tick, having just been warned by a pub cat to “beware the back streets of Cinderford“. It took me to realise that’s what those miaows meant, I don’t speak cat and had to use Shazam. Next stop, Upper Soudley’s White Horse., tucked between… Continue reading SAVED PENALTIES & SAVED PUBS IN UPPER SOUDLEY
BAR-FLIES, PUB CATS AND DOGS AT THE COCK
Next, a shameless pitch for the pub cat market, estimated at being worth about $7.7 trillion annually for bloggers and tweeters. A short post from Blakeney, winner of “Best Village” apparently, despite having no central pub and having converted all its pretty shops to chintzy houses. Decent walks, too, though until my “scratch and sniff”… Continue reading BAR-FLIES, PUB CATS AND DOGS AT THE COCK
COLEFORD – WORKING WITH FIRE & STEEL. AND LUCOZADE.
First Lydney, now Coleford. More towns about which I could have told you nothing a week ago, beyond the fact that BRAPA hadn’t yet upset the locals and they didn’t have a Wetherspoons. On my fourth trip down the M50 this summer, I at least had the joy of a journey down the west… Continue reading COLEFORD – WORKING WITH FIRE & STEEL. AND LUCOZADE.
THE RETIREMENT OF THE VILLAGE RATCATCHER
The Forest of Dean is the gift that keeps on giving. I recommend you cancel your fortnight in England’s most beautiful town, wherever that is*, POLL: England’s Most Beautiful Town – Group C — Pub Curmudgeon 🍻 (@oldmudgie) August 14, 2018 and spend a night in a £30 guest house in Coleford or Cinderford. Update… Continue reading THE RETIREMENT OF THE VILLAGE RATCATCHER
LOST IN A FOREST (OF DEAN)
Back to that strict chronology you ticking types like, and a first exodus on this blog into the Forest of Dean, armed with your best wishes for my safe return. I felt FoD, or whatever locals call it, may have more to explore than anywhere else in the UK. You might be interested to see… Continue reading LOST IN A FOREST (OF DEAN)
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