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
Tag: Closed pubs
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
THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS LIVES IN SOUTHFIELDS
An excellent day in London completing the South-West and South-East sections of the Guide. One of those is a chore, one a pleasure, you guess which. I finished the former in Southfields, basically a long suburban road north of Wimbledon, full of large dining pubs, convenience stores and a vintage car showroom that assumes relevance… Continue reading THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS LIVES IN SOUTHFIELDS
IT’S STARTED AGAIN
A quick post from the train speeding away from Grand Central/New Street, following an excellent day in Brum organised by Pub Curmudgeon. A report on some astonishing pubs, and some average beer to follow. But it had to happen, didn’t it ? Six weeks in, my first “Pub closed when it should have been open”… Continue reading IT’S STARTED AGAIN
