“He’s not STILL moaning about opening hours, surely !” You lot love it. Only today a post I wrote about a Margate craft bar in 2018 is getting read, probably in Moldova. And the Royal Oak in Curthwaite was an absolute gem for lovers of unexpectedly closed pubs. The Royal Oak is a dining pub… Continue reading “We’re refurbishing, call back later”
Tag: Closed pubs
QUEUEING ! IN PUBS !!!
A week ago I had to leave Mrs RM in the luxurious Newhaven Premier Inn while I did the hard yards ticking West Sussex. You won’t believe the planning that goes into these trips. TWO (2) train changes on the way to Portslade, the Cheadle of the South. You won’t believe how filthy those Southern… Continue reading QUEUEING ! IN PUBS !!!
IF YOU BIDE YOUR TIME, THINGS WILL COME RIGHT. PARK HILL PART II
You left me on the edge of the Park Hill estate, attempting to touch all six closed pubs. I became a bit obsessed with the Parkway Tavern, tucked into the very heart of the complex. It’s a hard estate to get to grips with, and a high fence to jump. For a minute I thought… Continue reading IF YOU BIDE YOUR TIME, THINGS WILL COME RIGHT. PARK HILL PART II
PARK (HILL FLATS) LIFE – PART I
Yes, 2 parters now. That’s how exciting my next walk is. Or how desperately short of material I am. James was impressed by my first tentative excursion into Park Hill, so on the Friday he joined me on a Proper Publess Exploration, armed only with 6 months worth of unused Wetherspoons vouchers (no reasonable offers… Continue reading PARK (HILL FLATS) LIFE – PART I
INTO THE VALLEY (OF CLOSED PUBS)
It’s been snowing. Obviously as a reformed Southerner I’ve never seen snow before. Wonderful Walkley Facebook group is in meltdown (as it were) as buses have got stuck at bottom o’ th’ hill and Walkley-ites will be late for their Feng Shui and Vegan Needlecraft classes. With nowhere to go, I’m happy to be using… Continue reading INTO THE VALLEY (OF CLOSED PUBS)
MY FIRST COVID OPENING TIMES FAIL
Us #PubMen/Women are as obsessed with promoting our blogs as we are in rare hop varieties in limited edition craft cans. Our respective auditors tell us that blog posts about obscure Woollyback villages and places of ill repute score highly. But most of all, you want me outside an unexpectedly closed pub in the middle… Continue reading MY FIRST COVID OPENING TIMES FAIL
FRAMPWOOD MAC, retiredmartin HAS TO COME BACK
I’ve no idea where the day on Wight went. Mainly hanging around at bus stops, feeling sick on buses and then finding pot plants to dispose of below-par beer. Admit it, you’re jealous. Another half hour on Ventis to Wootton, joined by shoppers and schoolchildren dreaming of their trip to the mythical land of Portsmouth. … Continue reading FRAMPWOOD MAC, retiredmartin HAS TO COME BACK
STANLEY ROAD
Greetings from the cheap Travelodge in Brighton, where I’ve just completed the East Sussex GBG chapter in fine style. But I’m still not paying £4 for internet, so this is a short post. You left me at the top of Bootle, in need of a comfort break and a flat white. Ah, here’s an attractive… Continue reading STANLEY ROAD
TAKING A BITE OUT OF WIGHT
This pub blogging business is very competitive. Having lost out on the Pipers sponsorship deal to that Bailey fellow (I’m not bitter Paul, but watch your back), I’m exploring other monetisation opportunities. The Tripe Society offered me 0.0257p each time I mention chitterlings, for example, and Maidenhead‘s MP has offered me a quid each time… Continue reading TAKING A BITE OUT OF WIGHT
CORSHAM – WINTER KILLS
Just for Mark, a bit of Yazoo today. Weird video, too. You were waiting for something to happen, weren’t you. ? Eagle-eyed readers (Russ) will have noticed an absence of “Opening hour drama” since GBG19 made its belated debut on 14 September (yes, I’m still bitter). But the trip to Bristol and Bath had… Continue reading CORSHAM – WINTER KILLS
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