It’s great to see the vaccine roll-out proceeding at pace. Both our sets of parents will have had both Pfizer jabs by the end of today, allowing them to restart the full range of exciting activities open to octogenarians in Waterbeach and Tunbridge Wells. I haven’t received my Sputnik jab in the post from Sergei… Continue reading MY LAST PINT
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MONKS ELEIGH – ALL RIGHT NOW
I reckon one photo is all you need to guess where I went next; Yes, it’s the brightly coloured cottages of Greater Lavenham, pilgrimage for Americans in search of the true fake Lil Ol England for decades now. If you know the Eleighs at all, it’ll be the famous Cock at Brent, whose bench seating… Continue reading MONKS ELEIGH – ALL RIGHT NOW
A CENTURY FOR THE CHEF, OYSTER STOUT FOR ME
One of the cheap treats available in Cambridge is the arrival of a county cricket team at Fenners to bash the local students in the warm-up for the new season. These days, all those students seemed to come from what was Cambridge Poly when I studies for my Accountancy exams there. A couple of years… Continue reading A CENTURY FOR THE CHEF, OYSTER STOUT FOR ME
PATRINGTON LICKED
Yes, get yourself down/up to Patrington and enjoy Licks tonight. As it were. Less than an hour on the bus from sophisticated Hull, but feeling a bit like the end of the world. If you’ve been to Littleport or Chatteris you’ll know that feeling. I called the amiable Amy up before I travelled to check… Continue reading PATRINGTON LICKED
NEW YEAR, SAME LINCOLNSHIRE
By my reckoning the earliest you could have had a new GBG tick in 2019 was at the Sandpiper, Paisley/Glasgow Airport, mere miles from the Pubmeister’s moth collection. If I could have been there for the 5am opening, I would have been. Perhaps I will, someday. Instead, It Begins In Lincolnshire, which sounds like… Continue reading NEW YEAR, SAME LINCOLNSHIRE
“OLD”
I feel a bit guilty about the lack of a report on St Andrews Brehouse, my new Norwich tick last week. Sadly my phone camera had only just recharged enough to bring you one shot from that “Fine City”. And it ain’t from the GBG pub. St Andrews is part of the burgeoning City… Continue reading “OLD”
UP BRANDON CREEK WITHOUT A (BEER) PADDLE
A welcome return for Mrs RM in today’s post. Yes they sent her back first class from the Rifle Drum in Northampton. Also a return for pies, and our beloved campervan, which is about to get its big trip out. You’ll know who or what you’ve missed most. It must be more than a decade… Continue reading UP BRANDON CREEK WITHOUT A (BEER) PADDLE
ADNAMS MURK STORMS THE CAMBRIDGE CASK CASTLE
Mrs RM has started an assignment flitting between Northampton Council (yes, THAT one) and a Cambridge office. If only there was even a 3rd World standard road between the two it’d be bearable. Still, she gets to pop in the Rifle Drum when she stays over, so life’s not all bad. I picked her up… Continue reading ADNAMS MURK STORMS THE CAMBRIDGE CASK CASTLE
TOWER OF LONDON
It’s a well-known fact that Americans only like 3 types of music; Pure Prairie League, Dylan, and early ’80s post-punk. Mark Crilley will get the title reference. We headed for Tower Bridge aimlessly, debating whether Robert P. McCulloch would have been better buying the Royal Oak to rebuild under the (ahem) Arizona Sky than the… Continue reading TOWER OF LONDON
OUR FORTUNES SWELL IN FORTUNESWELL
I can’t say I’m surprised how basic the Portland pubs are; neighbouring Weymouth is also a haven for lovers of unreconstructed boozers. Those in Portland seem to rotate their Guide places, so we get a second GBG newbie, and folk saying “Why didn’t you go in the Royal/Britannia/Add Your Choice ?”. Everyone must be… Continue reading OUR FORTUNES SWELL IN FORTUNESWELL
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