September 2024. Linton. Cambridgeshire. My Mum always says “If you’ve nothing good to say, say nothing“, but she doesn’t mean it, and this blog GUARANTEES to tell the truth, so here’s the truth about the new industrial estate tap in Linton. Linton ? Yes, the first posh village heading south-east out of Addenbrookes into the… Continue reading YOUR NEAREST GBG CRAFT BAR TO LINTON ZOO
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I AM BRAPA’S TAXI – SOUTH YORKSHIRE COMPLETE
October 2023. Sheffield/Deepcar/Mexborough. Yes, it’s the annual BRAPA/Retired Martin meet-up, where I carry out my remaining life’s work of helping Simon complete the GBG (in his lifetime, if not mine). Think of it as John the Baptist and Jesus, even though that analogy doesn’t work. I love, love, LOVE meeting up with Simon, and not… Continue reading I AM BRAPA’S TAXI – SOUTH YORKSHIRE COMPLETE
LOOK WHO’S COME TO THE BLIND MONKEY !
20th January 2023. Yes, ANOTHER Friday spent at home; what is going on at 2023. But I had good reason to stay put, and in any case Sheffield was now the most popular place on earth according to Time Out, which I appreciate none of you have read since about 2002. To be honest it’s… Continue reading LOOK WHO’S COME TO THE BLIND MONKEY !
TAXI FOR BRAPA (Vol. 376)
Time for one more tonight ? 12th November 2022. The sun shines on the righteous. And the ticker who’s headed for his fourth pub of the day and gets an unexpected lift from Maidstone station. And I assure you, it was pure fate that brought us together in the tight alley leading to Maidstone East… Continue reading TAXI FOR BRAPA (Vol. 376)
DON’T PUT BABY IN THE CORNER (OF THE MAIDSTONE GASTROPUB)
12th November 2022. Mrs RM arranged to meet an old work colleague who’d been left with childminding duties in the fair town of Maidstone. Well, Bearsted, which is probably the posh quarter. Pauline will confirm. Overlooking the attractive green, the White Horse looked dreadful, in a faux Brunning & Price way. AND we had to… Continue reading DON’T PUT BABY IN THE CORNER (OF THE MAIDSTONE GASTROPUB)
THE ONLY WAY IS ESSEX (TAXI FOR BRAPA)
I assume you’d want to see a bit of my Grand Tour of Essex, in which I deposit your pubbing hero (above) at the door of a boozer while locals stare, take his photo, and return 27.5 minutes later to see his level of deterioration. No ? Tough. I took him round four pubs about… Continue reading THE ONLY WAY IS ESSEX (TAXI FOR BRAPA)
JUST CHAMPION
You left me at 21:30 outside the Champion of the Thames on Cambridge’s once-mighty King Street, hoping I might nab a table and ensure BRAPA could have a pint in the city’s most proper of Proper Pubs, Is there anything more gorgeous than the light from within a Proper Pub ? Someone came out, I… Continue reading JUST CHAMPION
CAMBRIDGE AWAITS BRAPA
The first weekend of July; I visited my parents to make sure they’d got enough garden tools, had the obligatory Crispy Beef from Chung Hwa, and sneaked out like a naughty schoolboy to meet BRAPA when they’d gone to bed. Talking of Crispy Beef, Cambridge has been celebrating its bovine heritage (visit Midsummer Common or… Continue reading CAMBRIDGE AWAITS BRAPA
STALKING BRAPA
At 56 (I know, you’re shocked), you shouldn’t really run for your train after five pints. Equally, after five pints in 3.5 hours you should really call it a day and be grateful that the water features at Sheffield Station are still turned off as they spread Covid. But I’d been made aware that the… Continue reading STALKING BRAPA
OTLEY APP-ENINGS
You left me admiring Simon’s certificate of vaccination, which will allow him to jump the queue to get in Surrey’s micropubs, ahead of all those 20-somethings who throng Haslemere Hop Haus and Dorking Draft Dorm on a Saturday night. Surrey can wait, on Monday I was “Taxi for BRAPA“, taking the great man round the… Continue reading OTLEY APP-ENINGS
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