More cultural references, this time a celebration of the Pistols gig in 1977 which led to the banning of all young people under the age of 30 from Cromer*. Forever. Sid has aged well, less so Glen. I never thought I’d get two posts out of Cromer, but that’s 2017 for you. The only… Continue reading THE SPIRIT OF PUNK LIVES ON IN CROMER
NOT CRABBY IN CROMER
Two short posts from Cromer for you. It must be Christmas. Cromer really is at the end of the world. In fact, if you look at the OS extract you’ll see in the top right hand corner where the sea ends (darker blue) and you fall off. A lot of Cambridge people, all over… Continue reading NOT CRABBY IN CROMER
SCRATCHING AN ITCH IN SHEFFIELD
I’m doing these posts in chronological order, so it’s pure coincidence that I follow the Flippin’ Frog with the Itchy Pig. Being picky, micro pub naming is a disgrace. What’s wrong with traditional pub names like Number 37a, Mirth Magic & Maud, and Chime ? My ambition to visit all the Sheffield pubs while James… Continue reading SCRATCHING AN ITCH IN SHEFFIELD
FROGGY FUN IN ROCHESTER
After two consecutive “Proper Pubs” it was inevitable the last new Guide entry in Medway would be a micro pub. But, hey, not all micros are woeful middle-aged drinking clubs, are they ? To add to the sense of fun I walked from Chatham to Rochester, which is virtually contiguous, a word I can now… Continue reading FROGGY FUN IN ROCHESTER
CHATHAM CHATTER
Another exciting post from the A2. But first, your Christmas quiz; Usual quiz rules, or lack thereof. Onward to the Medway towns, last visited a year ago when Son No.1 was down at the dockyards on a tour of Kent University. Next stop on the train, Rainham. If you’re looking for an authentic “micro pub… Continue reading CHATHAM CHATTER
JUST ANOTHER SITTINGBOURNE SUNDAY
Almost a Pub Cat for Mudgie from Sittingbourne‘s burgeoning collection of alley (cat) art. Back to chronology, and the annual slog out along the North Kent coast, though at least the new pubs are all close to the station. Sadly, no new Gillingham ticks. It seems only ten months since I was here before, being… Continue reading JUST ANOTHER SITTINGBOURNE SUNDAY
THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS LIVES IN SOUTHFIELDS
An excellent day in London completing the South-West and South-East sections of the Guide. One of those is a chore, one a pleasure, you guess which. I finished the former in Southfields, basically a long suburban road north of Wimbledon, full of large dining pubs, convenience stores and a vintage car showroom that assumes relevance… Continue reading THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS LIVES IN SOUTHFIELDS
TOP 100 PUBS – OLD No.7, BARNSLEY
Just to prove I haven’t got it in for Barnsley (as I’ll no doubt need to return for another micro pub visit), I ended the night in Old No.7, which I guess is better than False No. 9 for a pub name. My last pint was either going to be here, in the Cons Club… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – OLD No.7, BARNSLEY
‘TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE BLACK EYE FRIDAY…
‘Twas the night before Black Eye Friday, when all through Barnsley, Not a South Yorkshireman was stirring, even in the Funky Buddha.* A short break from strict the chronology you love to bring you highlights of last night’s entertainment on a wet Thursday in Barnsley. Not my first Thursday in Barnsley, a… Continue reading ‘TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE BLACK EYE FRIDAY…
CHASING BRAPA INTO DENGIE
It was in the Mighty Oak Tap that I checked my Twitter and saw that Team BRAPA was in the area, a mere 12 miles and several centuries away in Southminster. “We should go and say hello” said Mrs RM, who’s always wanted to meet Tom. I tried to explain that Simon would be annoyed… Continue reading CHASING BRAPA INTO DENGIE
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