One left to do to complete Lincolnshire (YOU do it) and a dash to Grimsby bus station via blocks of ice and fish smoking factories. I’m afraid the number 51 to Louth is not a good advert for the bus, but then I’ve never liked buses, ever since Sally of the 3rd form puked up… Continue reading LUSH LOUTH
Enough of closed pubs, cold Costa coffee and crispy Chinese; it’s time for Bass ! My first Bass of 2021, my first since the St. John in fact, and it was a classic. Earl Shilton in “Workingman’s” Leicestershire* is classic Bass territory, and the Shilton Vaults I actually WALKED PAST in 2019 is sister pub… Continue reading BASS IS BACK !
The other day Mrs RM called me while I was out hunter-gathering for beer somewhere and asked me; “What was the name of that pub on the beach ?“ I couldn’t remember. “Something coch ?, near the Spoons with Mushroom Benedict “. Men NEVER admit they’ve no idea. It was this one; the mighty Ty… Continue reading Oooooh ! For me ?
Back to Guess the Pub, and a real Bass classic, with some of the biggest sales of the amber nectar anywhere. Where am I ? Well, there’s a lot of weird stuff, and a lot of lil ol’ England in a city known for utopian ideas. They take their substantial meals seriously here; And show… Continue reading GUESS THE BASS PUB
What did you do on Christmas Day ? Because it’s just another day in our (new) house, I wrote blogs, visited blogs, and ensured there was enough beer for Dasher, Comet and Baa Baa Toure. The pint glasses contain Kelham Island’s Pale Rider and Knight Rider, take-out from the Fat Cat. CAMRA will be delighted… Continue reading CHRISTMAS DAY – BASS HUNTING IN BURNGREAVE
Next up the highlight of the trip, after some bloke called The Wickingman said “Did you have the Bass at St John ?” this Summer. Isolated Cornish pub, Draught Bass stronghold, 2pm opener so wet-led, where has it been all my life. Down tiny lanes you don’t want to drive, that’s where. DO NOT DRIVE… Continue reading BASS AT THE ST. JOHN. WORTH THE WALK
Mrs RM and I sure know how to live. Two nights in Saltash Travelodge, £29.99 a night, with a FREE game of musical chairs at the Burger King that constituted the entirety of our evening culinary options. I popped across the road to get fancy goods from Waitrose. At the meat counter, a lady concluded… Continue reading “A FINE DAY FOR RETIRED PERSONS” IN BOTUS FLEMING
I ended the night in Exeter, a huge disappointment as usual. Actually, it’s not THAT bad, but their little team of clodhoppers defeated Cambridge United in the Conference play-offs in 2008 and I still haven’t forgiven them. The GBG listed FOUR new pubs for me to visit, which would have got my Devon To Do… Continue reading TIME FOR BASS AT THE GREAT WESTERN
Well, it was Quinno wot won it. So he should, he was born in the public bar. Or conceived on the beach, or something. He certainly sold me on the charms of Portishead, only previously visited for the Windmill (unlucky, Paul) and the modern Spoons. But no-one told me about the gorgeous the retirement community… Continue reading IT’S………..THE SHIP IN PORTISHEAD
Last time out you got a programme from 67-68, the year Manchester City began their 50 year dominance of the League Manchester. Nine years later, we have Workington‘s last year in the League, and the start of Cambridge’s rise to glory, as we raid the Steve Earl programme bundle and visit lovely Vetch Field,… Continue reading SWANSEA – JACKASTORY