In 1971 George Harrison took time out from plagiarising “He’s So Fine” to organise the Concert for “Bangla Desh” and force a lazy Dylan back to the stage. A great effort, only partly scuppered by US tax rules. But George was a whole year behind Bradford (Park Avenue)’s admittedly smaller scale fundraising effort; Particularly impressive… Continue reading BRADFORD PARK AVENUE – CULTURE, (FIGHTING) COCK & CURRY
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THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING IDLE
23rd January 2020 This post is a bit pointless, as Duncan beat me to the press with his write-up of the magnificent Idle Draper, set in Bradford’s best named suburb. As Duncan notes, I’d done a trial run of his West Yorkshire pubs the day before, walking from Greengates up the hill to Idle (both… Continue reading THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING IDLE
FANNY’S BY GASLIGHT
22nd January 2020 WARNING : CONTAINS PROPER PUBS !!! A bumper Shipley-cum-Saltaire special, aided by an Ibis giving me access to two new GBG ticks, a classic oldie, and a curry. Oh, and tall buildings. Shipley town centre took a post-war hammering, but the Spoons is majestic. Continuing the theme of the last post, where… Continue reading FANNY’S BY GASLIGHT
PORK PIES AND INDIAN FOLK MUSIC
You left me in the toilets at the Fighting Cock, admiring the art work. The Green Devil was a bad idea, because you then lose rational thought and have to stop at every pub on the stagger back. Which is why it’s called a Stagger. Bradford sure looks good, if a bit quiet compared to… Continue reading PORK PIES AND INDIAN FOLK MUSIC
BLACK RAT, WHITE RAT, NO TAT
Students of GBG ticking (Open University, £9,250 p.a., cash only) will no doubt be intrigued by the variety of micropubs on this blog. Moretti and Leeds fans in Silsden, Laurel & Hardy and family-friendly in Bingley, but now back to tiny and beery in Thackley, close to the world-famous Idle Working Mens Club. Suburban… Continue reading BLACK RAT, WHITE RAT, NO TAT
BEWILDERED IN RE-BADGED BINGLEY
One of the occupational hazards for GBG completists is an “unintended revisit” to a pub ticked under a different name. You’d be surprised how often this happens, particularly when geographical listings are all over the shop. Belper Mark, a closet ticker that Si and I outed recently, uses postcodes in his own relational database, which… Continue reading BEWILDERED IN RE-BADGED BINGLEY
A QUIET NIGHT IN BRADFORD
You left me in St Neots, making sure young Si was heading in the right direction over the bridge. Two and a bit hours later I was in the curry capital of the world. No, I didn’t start at the Punjab Sweet House and then top up my curry at the Fighting Cock. That way… Continue reading A QUIET NIGHT IN BRADFORD
