I’m making such good progress on the blog that I get to bring you a report from BRAPA‘s long-awaited trip to Cambridge before he does. To preserve BRAPA’s anonymity I’ve blurred his face above so people can’t identify him and beat him up when he comes back. But here’s a nice picture of me… Continue reading BRAPA COMES TO TOWN
“WHICH ONE DO YOU RECOMMEND ?”
Two left in Hampshire, at either end of Emsworth. Before I get there, one more lustful look at the Coal Exchange. Shoulda’ gone in. Fans of traditional fonts (and garages) will enjoy Lillywhite Bros too. The Lord Raglan isn’t shabby either, though more for the setting by Slipper Mill Pond than the exterior. Dozens of… Continue reading “WHICH ONE DO YOU RECOMMEND ?”
EMSWORTH – THE END IS NEAR
More “What we did on our holidays” posts, even though I was listening to “Unhalfbricking” last night. Mudgie will get that one. Three pubs from one railway station, as I get close to completing Hampshire GBG for another year. Not the hardest county, but 17 new entries this year meant 6 trips past Staines on… Continue reading EMSWORTH – THE END IS NEAR
PROSECCO IN PORTSMOUTH
Let the last two days be a lesson to bloggers in how to squeeze half a dozen posts out of one evening on the South Coast. But for a lesson in proper pub writing, can I direct you to Lady Sinks The Booze. Read it twice. Amongst many great lines is this; “There are good… Continue reading PROSECCO IN PORTSMOUTH
AN OLD SOAK IN BASINGSTOKE
Probably an inadvisable title, but an irresistible one. Unless you can think of a better one. “Going off to croak in Basingstoke ” maybe ? Perhaps I’d be better off giving it the unofficial title of “Greater Hartley Wintney” But I come to praise the Base (as the kids call it), and the newish Premier… Continue reading AN OLD SOAK IN BASINGSTOKE
ITCHIN’ OVER THE ITCHEN
Reaching the end of the night now, via a scenic walk from Portswood to Woolston. You can follow my exciting journey below (the Pompey blue line). I’m sure you’ll know the point in a crawl when you consider going in a pub just because it looks interesting. So it was with the Hobbit. I… Continue reading ITCHIN’ OVER THE ITCHEN
MURKY, MICRO, MAGNIFICENT
Leaving night-time Southampton for quirky residential Southampton takes me past a mere 127 takeaways, and the famous “Portsmouth Child Turned To Stone” exhibit, arriving at the Bookshop Alehouse just in time to claim a seat (a bit of a rarity for a micro on a Friday). As per usual, I walked past it twice, mistaking… Continue reading MURKY, MICRO, MAGNIFICENT
LURED IN BY SOUTHAMPTON SPOONS. AND CRAFT.
Completing the Good Beer Guide requires professionalism and an ability not to be swayed by temptations outside the True Path. Just ask Pubmeister. So no Beer Festivals, no Proper Pub crawls round places you’ve done before, and definitely no bottles of DIPA at home. And pre-emptive ticks only if their presence in the next… Continue reading LURED IN BY SOUTHAMPTON SPOONS. AND CRAFT.
THE SAINTS ARE COMING
An uneventful trip from Fratton to Southampton, though sadly I failed to log in to the free WiFi to check availability of tickets for the big show next week. Oddly, looking at the flyer I was reminded that Micky Quinn used to play for Portsmouth Southampton is always a slight let down after Pompey, lacking… Continue reading THE SAINTS ARE COMING
SOUTHSEA’S (BELLE) ISLE OF LOST SOULS
The photo above was taken just before 4pm on Friday, in the Meat & Barrel on Southsea‘s main shopping street. Look on the bright side; at least it wasn’t called Sant Yago. Or John Lewis. It’s one of the two new Guide entries in Southsea, neither of which has a mobility scooter outside or… Continue reading SOUTHSEA’S (BELLE) ISLE OF LOST SOULS
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