Notice anything striking about today’s featured programme ? No, not the match ball sponsored by Tamplin’s (who ?). Or the cutting-edge murk from Watney’s on sale in the ground. Or the Brickwoods logo which looks awfully familiar. No, it’s our old friend, JE Cooke (Christian names weren’t invented till the Beatles), late of my… Continue reading A HOVE TREASURE TROVE
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A TAP, OF SORTS, FOR BRIGHTON
I’d scoured WhatPub for a like future Beer guide entry, and come up with the one with the word “Tap” in it. It was either that or the West Kemptown Green Party Club, if there is such a thing. Political clubs will be the big winners in GBG22, mark my words. East Street Tap gives… Continue reading A TAP, OF SORTS, FOR BRIGHTON
THE 4.45pm PINT IN THE BASKETMAKERS
Even more short posts coming up, I’m afraid, which will delight those of you who just want to see pictures of foaming pints with angry locals in the background, but frustrate the reader who wishes to read the detailed history of minor Susses towns. Arriving back in Brighton at 4.30pm I suddenly realised I hadn’t… Continue reading THE 4.45pm PINT IN THE BASKETMAKERS
MY FIRST ROTHAUS, MRS RM’S LAST DUCHESS DE BOURGOGNE
Esteemed lifestyle blogger Mrs RM has been enjoying the beery pleasures of Brighton. Like many of us, her output has dipped a little since the Maidenhead incident at the Honeypot. When I arrived back from Southwick, she was ready with a tea suggestion all her own, though frankly it was exactly the one I’d have… Continue reading MY FIRST ROTHAUS, MRS RM’S LAST DUCHESS DE BOURGOGNE
NEVER CHANGE, BRIGHTON
My most diligent readers will note I’ve used that title for Blackpool before. And will probably use it in Grantham and Kilmarnock as well now. Mrs RM was still preparing her Monday presentation when I returned with a can of Vocation Pride & Joy and a fudge brownie from some indie shop called Tezcoxprs or… Continue reading NEVER CHANGE, BRIGHTON
“RHIANNA’S GOT A WHOLE PLAN TO RID ME OF MY KNEECAPS”
Makes a better title than “Finishing East Sussex at Brighton Bier Haus“, anyway. A lively end to the night in Brighton, the seafront full of revellers who had apparently run a few miles or got their tatts done, possibly not at the same time. I’d actually convinced myself I’d been to the Brighton Bierhaus, before,… Continue reading “RHIANNA’S GOT A WHOLE PLAN TO RID ME OF MY KNEECAPS”
ALL THAT JAZZ
Short posts for a while, getting seriously behind and Aberdeen will make it worse. On to my penultimate East Sussex pub, and thankfully back to a traditional name after all those silly Red Lions and Five Bells. I can assure Mark Crilley this is the only Lion and Lobster in the UK, so I now… Continue reading ALL THAT JAZZ
HOVE’S BLIND BUSKER – A STERLING EFFORT
Three pubs to visit in Brighton & Hove (Albion) to finish East Sussex, so I’d picked the reliable if dingy Travelodge in Preston Park. The walk through Brighton suburbia toward Hove is alternative tourism at its best. On the way I tried to make sure I didn’t hear the City v Chelsea score, as I… Continue reading HOVE’S BLIND BUSKER – A STERLING EFFORT
BOOZIN’ IN BRIGHTON, HOPPIN’ THRU’ HOVE
A reminder of the targets for my sizzling Sussex saunter. The first three of those have to wait till I get my “easts” and “wests” sorted. As Pub Curmudgeon will know, that may take some time. Having waved John off at the train back to Chichester, I had a plan to conquer the lands to the… Continue reading BOOZIN’ IN BRIGHTON, HOPPIN’ THRU’ HOVE
HARVEY’S AT ITS BEST
While in Brighton I was lured into a pub I’d been in before, which is quite a testament to the attraction of a boozer at dusk. The Mitre at the top of North Laine isn’t by any means the only traditional-looking pub in the City, which seems to value pub heritage better than some. The… Continue reading HARVEY’S AT ITS BEST
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