I’d been looking forward to my return visit to Croydon since BRAPA spend a night there in January, the first overnight tourist since Mrs RM got lost looking for the IKEA in Purley in 1995 (this is true). So a short post to terrify other Guide pub tickers who may find themselves unexpectedly at Croydon… Continue reading LOST IN THE CRONX
SURVIVING PLASTIC PALACE
One of the hazards of pubbing in London, apart from warm beer, is the impact of major sporting events. I’d hoped to finish South-West London GBG entries in St Margarets, only to find out there was one of those dreadful Twickers “rugby” games on that mean you get squashed by Range Rover driving lager drinkers… Continue reading SURVIVING PLASTIC PALACE
CLIMBING UP ON SUDBURY HILL…
Doing these posts so close to the actual event (an inadvisable 8 pub slog round the capital) is a good idea, but even I can’t remember where Whelpley Hill is now. My photos are a reminder of how good suburban pubs can be in London, even if no-one drinks the real ale. Five minutes… Continue reading CLIMBING UP ON SUDBURY HILL…
EALING – WHIPPIN’ PICCADILLY
I’ve quite a backlog of posts from the last week or so, with North Norfolk, Nottingham, Chipping Norton, Altrincham, Brentwood and Whelpley Hill to come. “Ah, Whelpley Hill“, you’re all saying now. But having started, I might as well finish off posts from That London, and pick up on progress along the Piccadilly line… Continue reading EALING – WHIPPIN’ PICCADILLY
LAST ORDERS AT THE BREE LOUISE ?
I wrote last nights post about beer range bullies in Heathrow, at the end of a day in London with decent pubs and average beer. Passing Euston on the way back to Camden to collect a couple of teenagers from a metalcore night, I thought “Ah, Bree Louise“. As you do. It might be my… Continue reading LAST ORDERS AT THE BREE LOUISE ?
HEADS IN THE CLOUDS AT HEATHROW
I’ve had a great day in That London. Seven new Guide pubs visited from far West to South-east. If you can read that you’re doing well ! I took the Piccadilly line to Zone 6, jumping off just before Heathrow. The tube was deserted as we approached Hatton Cross, with just an abandoned… Continue reading HEADS IN THE CLOUDS AT HEATHROW
WOOLWICH – DAYS OF SIGNS AND ROSE’S
I bet you can’t wait to find out what Mrs RM (seen above about to tell me off) thought of the Prince Albert, can you ? We’d passed Rose’s on the way up Hare St, and Mrs RM must have known there was no way we’d avoid it on the way back to the Thames.… Continue reading WOOLWICH – DAYS OF SIGNS AND ROSE’S
SENSATIONAL SE18
We’d left Mrs RM scrambling through Woolwich tunnel. She’s now restored to full fitness, heels healed, I’m sure Erlanger Nick will approve of the use of the stairs, though few sane people would have used that lift. And so we entered the magical land of South-east London, and Woolwich proper. I’m a sucker for the views… Continue reading SENSATIONAL SE18
NORTH WOOLWICH – ENTERTAINMENT FOR MR & MRS RM
Mrs RM is accompanying me on quite a few trips at the moment. Goodness know what she thinks I get up to without her. She joined my trip to North Woolwich last week, safe in the knowledge I’d never be caught surreptitiously entering the Royal Standard. As so often in South East London*, you need… Continue reading NORTH WOOLWICH – ENTERTAINMENT FOR MR & MRS RM
“WILL YOU BE DINING WITH US, SIR ?”
Earlier this month I gave my regular squeal of anguish from a pub that should have been opened but wasn’t. Some people would have given the Stag in Mentmore up as a bad job, but us Guide tickers don’t have that luxury. And, following our intensive training at GBG Base Camp*, we’re all prepared… Continue reading “WILL YOU BE DINING WITH US, SIR ?”
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