SHORT POST ALERT !!! Finally, as dark descended, we descended to the Quayside, home to Douglas‘s rowdiest pubs and greatest concentration of hen parties (sadly absent from the photos below but keep reading). Duncan convinced one group of hens that moth mithering in Motherwell would be a better bet for future hen dos, offering perfect… Continue reading ROLLING OUT THE HOODED RAM
NO, NAY, NEVER (?)
Yes, it’s time for the Rover. I’m pressing on with these posts, though to be fair it all seems a bit pointless now BRAPA has won the blogosphere by getting Syd Little to pour him a pint of Prosecco in a Fleetwood boozer. Pub 1448, Steamer, Fleetwood. Surreal! Couple edge up next to me… Continue reading NO, NAY, NEVER (?)
DOUGLAS THE HARD WAY
I was hoping to whizz through our night in Douglas, but I seem to have taken too many photos, and I’d hate to deny you candid snaps like this one from the Rosemount. A bit of an epic crawl through the back streets of the capital awaited, once Duncan had skillfully found a free parking… Continue reading DOUGLAS THE HARD WAY
MINING GOLD IN LAXEY
First up, some distressing news from Denmark where Pubmeister has won a legal injunction to stop me showing him in shorts. That won’t stop me complimenting his driving (think “Baby Driver”) or musical taste as we whizzed out to Laxey, beating the Electric Railway by some 3 hours. The OS extract for Laxey (pop.1768, 5… Continue reading MINING GOLD IN LAXEY
2 MARTINS, 1 DUNCAN, TOO MANY OKELLS
Everybody’s doing the Isle of Man these days; it’s the new Bermondsey Beer Mile. Except it’s for PubMen and Women, not beery folk. BRAPA did the 27 pint GBG set in February (and survived), Pubmeister has just summed up his record-breaking achievements (completed a whole GBG there), and of course Kirsty is there now, looking… Continue reading 2 MARTINS, 1 DUNCAN, TOO MANY OKELLS
HEYSHAM BOYS
90% of this Beer Guide blogging lark is just a good title*. They’re generally far too clever for you lot, so here’s an easy one today. I may have used it in a certain West Sussex town already, but you can’t plagiarise yourself. I rose very early on Friday morning, to the sound of “Wake… Continue reading HEYSHAM BOYS
HOW BIZARRE – MORE MORECAMBE
Any excuse for some Kiwi/Polynesian pop/rap crossover. This was the tune that stuck in the brain after I popped back to the Royal, before realising I’d forgotten to get a Chinese takeaway. They don’t write them like that anymore. Weirdly, that track from 1996 (where were you in 1996 ?) was the most contemporary thing… Continue reading HOW BIZARRE – MORE MORECAMBE
LANCASHIRE’S PUB OF THE YEAR -THE BARE FACTS
While in Overton I skimmed through the local CAMRA magazines looking for pubs offering that crucial 10p members discount that determines all my pub visits. Staring at me from the cover was this; Yes, a pub I hadn’t been in yet was their Pub of the Year. A potential pre-emptive tick and a chance for… Continue reading LANCASHIRE’S PUB OF THE YEAR -THE BARE FACTS
BRING ME SUNSHINE
The night before the ferry to the Isle of Man, and a chance to finish my most northern Lancashire ticks, leaving just the scary ones near Matthew Lawrenson to do. Onto Morecambe, one of our most ridiculed of resorts. Ridiculed by people who’ve never been, just like Stockport. You can get a room along the… Continue reading BRING ME SUNSHINE
OVER THE MOON IN OVERTON
A night in Morecambe before the ferry sails to the Isle of Man. What a wonderful life, as Eric would say. But then he didn’t have to contend with the WiFi in the Newport Spoons. Morecambe gave me the chance to visit a real outlier, the Ship in Overton. No, I’d never heard of it… Continue reading OVER THE MOON IN OVERTON
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