Wasn’t that an album by Cream ? I spent the night in the car park of the Old Pound Inn at Aller, another place you’ve never heard of before, and never will again. Tucked away in the Levels, looking to Bridgwater for flat whites and frolics, Aller promises a quiet night. Wiki says “It is… Continue reading PICKLED EGG IN ALLER
The return journey from Glasgow to Manchester was uneventful, bar a succession of Spanish students sticking their phones in my recharging point and leaving them buzzing all the way to Lancaster. Come Thursday, with an arduous day out in Preston ahead, I settled on a quiet day in Chorley, capital of the bit between Bolton… Continue reading COTTONING ON TO CHORLEY’S CHARMS, IS IT BAPS OR IS IT BARMS ?
More short posts you can read over your teatime pint. I feel like I’ve done Halesowen to death, so I can’t be bothered to give you another cultural analysis of the “Jewel on the A456“. The big question, of course, is this; “Is Halesowen in the Black Country ?” The pubs certainly have that… Continue reading HOP TWISTERS IN HALESOWEN
This blogging lark is easy, at least once Matt goes to College and the internet improves a bit (it was brilliant in the Eccles Trivelles this week, but I can’t move there permanently). Just a picture of a cheese & onion cob and a nice half of pale on a beer mat; cue frenzy over… Continue reading BITTER-SUITE
Yes, I’m in a rush to finish the 2018 blogging so I can get on to my “Best Of” posts. Will that Milton Keynes Ember Inn make the cut ? Last beer of the year, from rural South Leicestershire. Bass lives here. The Railway in Countesthorpe was closed at 3pm when the GBG said it… Continue reading THE ONLY WAY TO END 2018
My annual GBG trip to Leicester, always a joy despite what BRAPA says about the city. He’s just sore that they’ve stole the Tigers moniker he wants for his silly football team. While in town I spent an hour trying to buy Romanian draculas (sp), so thanks to eurochange Haymarket who came up trumps at… Continue reading LEICESTER – BAPS, BROOOD & BRUMMIES
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”
As Summer drags on, a PubMan’s thoughts turns to Gloucestershire, one of the counties I’ve never completed. Despite it being virtually on my doorstep (compared to Shetland, anyway). The A14/M6/M42/M5 takes you past some of our most picturesque roadworks, en route to a dismal collection of budget hotels and “aparthotels” (hovels) that I’ll spare you.… Continue reading TEWKESBURY REIGNITES THE COB v BAP DEBATE