More live blogging from North Wales, where Mrs RM has just conquered Snowdon. No Bass in the cafe at the top, so a wasted journey, but one less place to cross off the list of possible Bass venues. Mrs RM had been in training for the ascent for some hours, culminating in a four pints… Continue reading TAKE IT TO THE BANC
CONWY COINS IT
We’re staying wild in Conwy tonight in our campervan. The Americans we met tonight call it “Boondogging“, which sounds like a cross between something unmentionable and a Marston’s beer. What a gorgeous place this is, particularly when you’re not paying £80 a night to stay here. Down by the quayside, one pub was taking most… Continue reading CONWY COINS IT
WRECKED IN WRECSAM
Not strictly true, it was just a shared half of Mild in the birthplace of our greatest living haircut, but “Sober in Wrecsam” sounds rubbish. I’m back to instant blogging, this time from a pub looking out over the River Conwy while listening to Steely Dan and drinking this. I’ve had worse days. And Wrecsam/Wrexham… Continue reading WRECKED IN WRECSAM
NORTHAMPTON – FOLLOW THE BASS BRACES
Our first official Northampton pub (Paul Mudge always has a head start in Spoons) was the only GBG entry that opened before midday, and you know how much we like our morning openers. Pleasingly, Paul managed to identify the former Fish, where Mrs RM and I spent a night in 1998 before buying a Ford… Continue reading NORTHAMPTON – FOLLOW THE BASS BRACES
IT WAS 20 YEARS AGO TODAY
So finally I reach Northampton, and the rabid Beer & Pubs Forum posse get to see how incriminating my photos of them are. If you can’t face my posts, take a look at Pub Curmudgeon and Richard Coldwell now. But be warned, THEY didn’t drink a pint of Fosters in the Rifle Drum. Mrs… Continue reading IT WAS 20 YEARS AGO TODAY
A TOURIST IN NOTTINGHAM LOOKING FOR BASS
A photographic special for Alan Winfield today. Some more tourist shots from Nottingham, worryingly quiet on a Wednesday evening. I can only assume the residents were all enjoying bracing walks in Mansfield Woodhouse or something. A few Japanese tourists were heading towards this place, having giving up finding a GBG pub in the centre.… Continue reading A TOURIST IN NOTTINGHAM LOOKING FOR BASS
RUSHING KIDS, ROYAL CHILDREN
On Wednesday morning I got a text message from youngest son Matt. “Soz Dad, short notice. Can I go 2 We Came As Romans gig tonite plz.” “OK. Where ? “Nottingham. London date sold out” “OK” “Radddd” You can guess where he gets it from. So at 6.30pm we were back here, having made… Continue reading RUSHING KIDS, ROYAL CHILDREN
WATERLOO, COULDN’T FINISH MY HALF IF I WANTED TO
Jumping on the bandwagons of Eurovision and warm beer in the same post, I’m off to the sand dune capital of the UK. I’d hoped the micro pub at Waterloo would be my last tick on Merseyside, but minor issues such as not actually visiting all the pubs conspired against me, even when Simon had… Continue reading WATERLOO, COULDN’T FINISH MY HALF IF I WANTED TO
BRUNNING & PRICE KEEP FORMBY’S GARDENERS EMPLOYED
I finally left Southport after a Spoons breakfast enlivened by an Old Boy singing “I’ve had the time of my life” loudly to the barmaid. No problem with his rendition, but I resisted the beer. Breakfast decisions to be made in Southport Spoons. pic.twitter.com/9QxFN5nOAe — Martin Taylor (@NHS_Martin) April 30, 2018 If you study… Continue reading BRUNNING & PRICE KEEP FORMBY’S GARDENERS EMPLOYED
“THE SMALLEST PUB IN BRITAIN”
There really was no earthly reason to finish my Southport night at the Lakeside Inn, but at sunset the lake looked magical. I’ve included Bog Hole and The Bog Breast on the OS map for the enjoyment of Russ, who this blog is missing a lot. There was no reason to visit the Inn. I’ve… Continue reading “THE SMALLEST PUB IN BRITAIN”
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