It took 20 years for a pub to get me to make a pilgrimage to Little Walsingham. That was the Black Lion last November. If only I’d known then the other village pub would be joining it in the Good Book a year later I’m sure I would have persuaded Mrs RM into the Bull… Continue reading LITTLE WALSINGHAM – AN ALTERNATIVE PILGRAMAGE
WELLS-NEXT-THE-SEA – A DUTCH & DANISH TAKEOVER
After putting off this piece for a couple of weeks, I can put it off no more. I keep reading about folk seduced by North Norfolk, but it’s not for me. Full of ghastly gastropubs, warm beer and North Londoners on mini-breaks, it’s my idea of Maidenhead-by-the-Sea. But Wells is where I spent some of… Continue reading WELLS-NEXT-THE-SEA – A DUTCH & DANISH TAKEOVER
NOVEMBER 17 STOCKTAKE & DECEMBER PREVIEW
I can’t match BRAPA for poetry, but I think you’ll agree my November highlight is a work of art. Draught Bass at its best in the Coopers Tavern in Burton, but actually drunk in Apne, the world’s top curry house. Even the hotel was good this time, and we got to meet 6TownsMart. In a… Continue reading NOVEMBER 17 STOCKTAKE & DECEMBER PREVIEW
LUCIFER OVER LEXINGTON
Hopefully this title isn’t wasted on you. A brief musical interlude, as Sunday saw me back at in That London for my fourth gig of the week (a sure sign of middle-age crisis, that). In general I steer well clear of gig reviews on here, but the last week was particularly notable, and I’m hearing… Continue reading LUCIFER OVER LEXINGTON
VEXED BY A BASS VOID IN VERULAMIUM
I’ve been stuck in Huddersfield with duff WiFi; rather hoarse after shouting obscenities* at a Southampton team; rarely have I enjoyed a victory so much. As I can’t upload photos of Hudders and (excitingly) Urmston, here’s a bit of St Albans from last week, uploaded in the Wetherspoons in Chapeltown. I had the company of… Continue reading VEXED BY A BASS VOID IN VERULAMIUM
ALL OF WORKSOP IN THE SPOONS
Off to Huddersfield today to laugh at Terriers fans still distraught at Sunday’s late loss, and to visit the Taps of up-and-coming breweries Magic Rock and Mallinsons. If they’re any good I’ll let you know. But first, Worksop. On market day. What a joy it is, one of the cheapest places in England to buy… Continue reading ALL OF WORKSOP IN THE SPOONS
FALSE HOPE IN HIGHBURY
I’m not playing to my readership in South East London when I tell you it’s a grim journey back from East Croydon to Highbury. That’s mainly because of the ongoing work at London Bridge that requires you to seemingly climb to the top of the Shard in order to change from train to tube. Like… Continue reading FALSE HOPE IN HIGHBURY
LOST IN THE CRONX
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…
