If you’re running out of patience with this flood of posts be warned; it gets worse. I’m currently sitting in a waiting room at Heysham Port, having just enjoyed a gorgeous longest day on Morecambe Bay. Better than the “longest day” in 1985, when I had to watch Spear of Destiny and U2 at Milton… Continue reading IT WAS THE BOURNEMOUTH RUNNER
Tag: Bournemouth
BOSCOMBE, BARNSLEY & BADGER
Dave asked about the intrinsic character of British football clubs. Well, some are known for their lovable, colourful fans, some for their grace in defeat to City neighbours, some for, well, nothing at all. For 377 years Bournemouth & Boscombe ticked along in complete obscurity, exercising squatters rights in the third tier and accidentally achieving… Continue reading BOSCOMBE, BARNSLEY & BADGER
THE BOURNEMOUTH RUNNER
“Bournemouth Runner! Didn’t get far Bournemouth Runner! First night Bournemouth Runner! But the second night He got away with our guiding light” Bournemouth Runner – The Fall Last pub of the first night was, indeed in Bournemouth, as foretold by Mark E Smith back in 1986. The second night ? You’ll have to wait.… Continue reading THE BOURNEMOUTH RUNNER
“SPEAK TO YOUR BEAR HANDLER”
“Hell, hell is for children” sang Pat Benatar, who’d clearly not seen what the residents of Boscombe have to live with. From the Firkin I walked down past the station to the coast (exciting evidence below). You pass one of every chain pub on the walk down Bath Road; passing, oh, zero Beer Guide… Continue reading “SPEAK TO YOUR BEAR HANDLER”
BIZARRE BOURNEMOUTH
Another dull walk through the northern suburbs of Bournemouth to another dull micro pub with dull folk talking about other dull micro pubs, then. Er, no. The Firkin Shed, tucked between station and Dean Court Nou, is a bit overkill (almost literally), a bit like the Post Office place in Warwick or the Fez or… Continue reading BIZARRE BOURNEMOUTH
TAKING THE DUFF BEER OFF
More short reads, as I type this on a phone, which is my excuse for the inevitable typo. I can’t even do OS extracts to titillate Russ at the moment. You left me in a Winton micro trying to work out the most exciting way to walk into Bournemouth proper. But how can you walk… Continue reading TAKING THE DUFF BEER OFF
DOGS & UNRULY BEARDS WELCOME
Still in the hitherto unexplored suburbs of Bournemouth, still bringing you one pub at a time as I wait for the laptop to be repaired. I hope all those Bass mirrors don’t count as porn. Loads of pubs in Bournemouth “proper”, a spectacular zero in the Beer Guide, as all the micros head to the… Continue reading DOGS & UNRULY BEARDS WELCOME
A LITTLE BIT OF WINTON THAT IS FOREVER VANCOUVER
The really exciting bit of Dorset Dawdle now. Winton. Even with AFC Bournemouth enjoying glamour ties against Burnley and Huddersfield, I bet few of you could place Winton on the Navigator. I took the scenic route from Branksome, following your actual Bourne as it evaded some of the dullest housing outside of Watford. The smell… Continue reading A LITTLE BIT OF WINTON THAT IS FOREVER VANCOUVER
PARKESTONE’S CATS IN THE CHINESE
Next stop, that odd suburban area between Poole and Bournemouth that only GBG tickers ever visit. Or people alarmed that the nearest stop-off point calls itself a train station on Google maps. Mudgie and Tom will explode. No-one else gets off at Branksome, which won’t surprise you if you visit. Rather like Bexley, Upper Parkestone… Continue reading PARKESTONE’S CATS IN THE CHINESE
BOURNEMOUTH & BOSCOMBE
I failed to get a ticket for what was, by the look of it, City’s best League performance since the heady days of Autumn. More time for exploring the pubs of Dorset, which is fast becoming one of my favourite counties. Bournemouth itself looks the weakest pub town, at least on the basis of a paltry… Continue reading BOURNEMOUTH & BOSCOMBE
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