I’ve just got back from taking Matt to his Architects gig in Cardiff. A good night, only let down by non-existent Wi-Fi at the Future Inn. If the future is internet free then you can keep it. A week ago I was escorting BRAPA to his long-awaited Wisbech tick. On these trips I always feel… Continue reading WISBECH WISE MEN WIND BRAPA UP
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LICKING LAWRENCE DALLAGLIO IN LEVERINGTON
Next stop on the Fens Flyer was Leverington, tantalisingly placed two miles out of Wisbech, and thus far too far for BRAPA to walk. I was here a couple of years ago; At the bar Simon discussed the imminent Cloudwater delivery with our old school hosts. Sorry, wrong pic. At 12.30 we were the only… Continue reading LICKING LAWRENCE DALLAGLIO IN LEVERINGTON
BRAPA AT HIS WHITS-END IN THE FENS
Look at his face ! Yes, here’s our hero, as happy as Frannie Lee c.1975 and he’d only done one pub, the inevitable Whittlesey Spoons. Just imagine what he’ll be like by Ramsey. I woke in Chesterfield, had the traditional bacon and scrambled egg with maple syrup wrap for breakfast at the Flags, and by… Continue reading BRAPA AT HIS WHITS-END IN THE FENS
FAKE CIDER HAND PUMPS TO KEEP THE DOOR CLOSED
Driving BRAPA around is a bit like rubbernecking, waiting for the pints to kick in around the 3rd or 4th pub. Of course, you’d never see me in a state like that. But he’s always so polite and cheery, at least until the micro pub decides to take the month off and not tell anyone.… Continue reading FAKE CIDER HAND PUMPS TO KEEP THE DOOR CLOSED
WE WISH YOU A BRAPA CHRISTMAS
Only two days to the 25th, when I was really hoping to have caught up on the blog so I could start my extended highlights package, which this year will include a special award for the best pashmina (or male scarf, I’m no sexist). First up, here’s my thoughts on the most recent BRAPA burst… Continue reading WE WISH YOU A BRAPA CHRISTMAS
“HE WAS ALRIGHT WHEN I LEFT HIM”
On to my final taxi duties with the BRAPA Bladder Bender from 3 November (yes, I’m that far behind) and only right I start with the Gents at the White Hart in Great Staughton. I’ve had the front seat of my Aygo forensically examined and can confirm the great man did make it, just, to… Continue reading “HE WAS ALRIGHT WHEN I LEFT HIM”
LITTLE GRANSDEN’S CHEQUERS – THE GUIDED TOUR
Pub No.2 on the BRAPA bender (for him, not me) was a bit special. Unexpectedly so, despite the Chequers’ 437 years in the Beer Guide, the legendary Fish & Chip Fridays and the announcement of its place in the CAMRA Pub of the Year finals. I’d been a couple of times and thought it was… Continue reading LITTLE GRANSDEN’S CHEQUERS – THE GUIDED TOUR
SEVEN PINTS LATER – BRAPA IN ST. NEOTS Part 1
Ain’t he cute ? Seven pints later, he looked like this; If that doesn’t put you off real ale, nothing will. Now you know the truth. I only give BRAPA lifts so I can plough the rich seam of blog material he leaves us. Not that I looked any more fresh-faced after two diet lemonades… Continue reading SEVEN PINTS LATER – BRAPA IN ST. NEOTS Part 1
“I’VE BEEN THROUGH THE PUB DESERT FOR A CAT WITH NO NAME”
First rule of blogging. Stick a pub cat in there somewhere. Even if the Landlord can’t be bothered to name it. Simon and I called him Mudgie. Or Madgie if it was a girl, I didn’t look/ask. Pub 3 was the Duke’s Arms in Burton Latimer. My top readers, i.e. the Americans, will remember this… Continue reading “I’VE BEEN THROUGH THE PUB DESERT FOR A CAT WITH NO NAME”
BRAPA AND THE DUKES
I was a bit conflicted on which photo to lead with today. BRAPA’s camouflage shirt that helps him hide from irate microbrewery owners, or this one; Face it, how often do you get the award-winning, flame-resistant Ullage, Quality Street and a Tardis* in the same shot ? Quite simply, the Duke’s Head in Woodford is… Continue reading BRAPA AND THE DUKES
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