If you’re not drinking yourself, one of the great pleasures in life is taking a progressively more drunken human being round pubs, while you observe their behaviour for your own voyeuristic blog. Normally that means BRAPA, but on Saturday I had the joy of watching Mrs RM drink strong beer in GBG entries. The film… Continue reading LESSONS IN WHAT’S SOCIALLY ACCEPTABLE, IN WAREHAM
Tag: Dorset
POUNDBURY – (DON’T) PASS THE DUCHY
You’ll remember (even if I don’t) my failed attempt to tick the Duchess of Cornwall last week, when I made the silly mistake of thinking you could get a half pint of beer without a table reservation via one’s butler. Well, I don’t give up, and my butler phoned on the Sunday to book a… Continue reading POUNDBURY – (DON’T) PASS THE DUCHY
RULE BRITANNIA
THIS Britannia; Yes, for a 77th successive year the good folks of Isle of Portland CAMRA give us GBG tickers a new Proper Pub. Where do they find them ? And can they send some to Cambridge ? Looks like South America on the aerial map, doesn’t it ? But it’s MUCH more lawless than… Continue reading RULE BRITANNIA
WEYMOUTH – CLOSED DOLPHINS, NAKED GNOMES
Dorchester is the perfect base from which to get as far away from Dorchester as possible, quickly. A mere 13 face-covered minutes on the GWR to Weymouth, providing me with its annual Proper Pub in the GBG. Or was it ? First of all, the Dolphin looks awfully familar. I’m sure I went in here… Continue reading WEYMOUTH – CLOSED DOLPHINS, NAKED GNOMES
MORE GIANT DONGLE IN BRIDPORT
“A gallon of Palmers, and a greasy Pad Thai, like a night out in Bridport, come fill me again” You can see where Sheffield United (or was it John Denver) nicked the song from. Actually, no-one much picks Brid for a Sunday night, even in August. There weren’t many takers for the view back along… Continue reading MORE GIANT DONGLE IN BRIDPORT
CHEESE NIGHT IN CRANBORNE
Here we go then, the final stretch of Dorset 2018. Day 5 for BRAPA, Day 3 for retiredmartin. The most anticipated tick of the day, the brewery tap on a converted stables. Like a micro pub, but with homebrew ! What’s not to like ! The WiFi ran out on entering the mythical city of… Continue reading CHEESE NIGHT IN CRANBORNE
SIXPENNY BITS
Where were we ? Simon four pints up/down, with just the bewildering Sixpenny Sods to make his half dozen and reach thirty pubs for the trip. #Legend. Amazingly, Si didn’t ask me to stop as we zig-zagged our way north of the End of the Road site into the heart of Cranborne Chase. Zig… Continue reading SIXPENNY BITS
SHAFTESBURY – GOLDEN PUBS ON GOLD HILL
Two pints down for Si, and a dead pub in the bag, with no discernible alteration in the BRAPA mood. Child Okeford was five minutes up the road, noticeably hillier as we got into Cranborne Chase territory. Si became animated as we drove right through the village without spying the Saxon Inn, which I assured… Continue reading SHAFTESBURY – GOLDEN PUBS ON GOLD HILL
SQUEALERS IN STOURPAINE
Next stop, dunno. Si scoured his GBG, hideously desecrated with green marker, for pubs open now but shutting in the afternoon. We bypassed the aptly named Blandford Forum, a real ale desert, on the way to Spetisbury. I had no recollection whatsoever of the Woodpecker, and it hardly mattered as we’d missed it by… Continue reading SQUEALERS IN STOURPAINE
TAXI FOR BRAPA – A PASSAGE TO GUSSAGE
“Look at his face ! Just look at his face !” And this was before the Radio Solent superstardom. Wednesday in East Dorset, and BRAPA taxi time. I get to see the impact of six pints on the human body, and tick some pubs by drinking pineapple juice and the dregs at the bottom of… Continue reading TAXI FOR BRAPA – A PASSAGE TO GUSSAGE
