WHEN IN BURTON, A MAN SHOULD DRINK THE LOCAL BEER

That’s not me being sexist, by the way, I’m sure it’s a direct quote from Wordsworth. Or Burton Tourist Office. Women ARE allowed to drink Doom Bar rather than Babycham or Rochefort 10, even though Mrs RM turned down the amber nectar at Winchester in 2019. You left me at Henry’s Record Shop, having just… Continue reading WHEN IN BURTON, A MAN SHOULD DRINK THE LOCAL BEER

BURNING ULLAGE – HERETICS IN BURTON UPON TRENT

As Newbury Tim will know, all publicity is good publicity.  So here’s a plug for the ever-excellent Ullage, which I can confirm has equally excellent combustible qualities when read over a candle in a Burton micropub. As is traditional, a totally pointless route map for the next leg of our journey; I suppose I could… Continue reading BURNING ULLAGE – HERETICS IN BURTON UPON TRENT

MICRO PUBS & SWINGING LEGS IN BURTON UPON TRENT

  From the birthplace of Bass to its spiritual home. Shamefully, this was our first trip to Burton since I started this blog in 2015, and it’s been prompted by a rather seismic, some would say heretical, event. The new Beer Guide has lost the Coopers* (of which more later) and the Elms, and gained… Continue reading MICRO PUBS & SWINGING LEGS IN BURTON UPON TRENT