Oooh. Rare Hothouse Flowers reference there. Second LP, the one that Clarkson owns. I’ve been staying in the Brantwood B&B near Christchurch station, attempting to avoid a drunk bloke from York. You would too. I haven’t quite got the full picture of Christchurch yet, but it’s clearly a popular place. Three of the four… Continue reading CHRISTCHURCH HELLS
Tag: Dorset
“SPEAK TO YOUR BEAR HANDLER”
“Hell, hell is for children” sang Pat Benatar, who’d clearly not seen what the residents of Boscombe have to live with. From the Firkin I walked down past the station to the coast (exciting evidence below). You pass one of every chain pub on the walk down Bath Road; passing, oh, zero Beer Guide… Continue reading “SPEAK TO YOUR BEAR HANDLER”
BIZARRE BOURNEMOUTH
Another dull walk through the northern suburbs of Bournemouth to another dull micro pub with dull folk talking about other dull micro pubs, then. Er, no. The Firkin Shed, tucked between station and Dean Court Nou, is a bit overkill (almost literally), a bit like the Post Office place in Warwick or the Fez or… Continue reading BIZARRE BOURNEMOUTH
THE (GBG) POOLE OF DEATH
The second new tick in Poole was the “attractive old all-rounder” that is the King Charles. More locals than tourists. beers you’ve heard of, pub grub, Willie Nelson cover of “Ghost Riders on the Storm“, you know the type. In Cambridge it would be the Baron of Beef, I guess. Poole only has the 3… Continue reading THE (GBG) POOLE OF DEATH
POOLE – MORE STEVE CLARIDGE THAN CLARIDGE’S
You may like to know that since getting back from my fest I’ve done 12 (twelve) loads of washing, mostly Matt’s hardcore band T-shirts, and spent 3 hours reading BRAPA to see what I can nick. Which is more time than I spend writing my own rubbish. Up to my most recent ticking trip now,… Continue reading POOLE – MORE STEVE CLARIDGE THAN CLARIDGE’S
FISHING FOR BASS IN LYME REGIS
Our last day in Dorset (the eldest son had run out of bread to make himself sandwiches); a quick lunch in Lyme Regis. Here’s an under-pinked slice of Navigator. Lyme is the last stop for the Beer Guide before Devon, and a merciless sea of inaccessible GBG ticks that can wait until I have… Continue reading FISHING FOR BASS IN LYME REGIS
PILING ON THE PALMERS
The last knockings in Bridport, and back to the 21st century at the Spoons, where I took my usual art shot. And had a fourth refill of Flat White. We couldn’t be bothered to have another pasta in the campervan, so searched options for an early tea. Can’t be hard at 5.30 on a wet… Continue reading PILING ON THE PALMERS
ODDFELLOWS
Next stop after the Tiger was the Pursuit of Hoppiness, which eagle-eyed readers will recall me writing about at the time, which feels about 100 posts ago. Top beer, big choice, a cert for a future Beer Guide. What GBG future that leaves trad Palmers pubs like the Oddfellows, I have no idea. Out… Continue reading ODDFELLOWS
“HOW CAN YOU NOT LIKE CHEESE ? CHEESE IS LIFE “. PUB PHILOSOPHY AT BRIDPORT’S TIGER
Our stroll along Bridport‘s main drag presented a mixed town with some oddly priced reading matter. There’s a good string of pubs, not all of them Palmers either. Next stop for us was the Greyhound. I assume we won’t see many Spoons in towns smaller than this in the future, so they are to be… Continue reading “HOW CAN YOU NOT LIKE CHEESE ? CHEESE IS LIFE “. PUB PHILOSOPHY AT BRIDPORT’S TIGER
BEER & FOOD MATCHING – PALMERS 200 & LADY BOBWOMBLE’S BROWNIES
I can put it off no longer. After what seems like tmonths of build-up and multiple diversionary tactics, here’s Bridport. Part I, anyway. I’ve been wanting to visit the town properly for two decades, with a sole flying visit in 1995 now long forgotten. That means Stranraer is newly top of my “To See” list;… Continue reading BEER & FOOD MATCHING – PALMERS 200 & LADY BOBWOMBLE’S BROWNIES
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