It was 21:33 when Irish Sea Dave and I made the Rovers Return. 21:33 on a Tuesday night in June after the TT races. Most places in the UK the pub would be emptying out; the Rover was filling up. You know where you stand with the Rover; It’s not fussy. I compared it to… Continue reading I didn’t take ANY notes in the Rovers Return but it hardly mattered.
Tag: Douglas
SOOTY HAS A BLACK EYE BUT THE DOUGLAS MARKET PUBS AREN’T TO BLAME
I’d woke up that Monday at my usual 05:45 (sorry, Duncan) to catch the farming news, and now it was 18:45 on Tuesday and I’d only had two (2) hours sleep in thirty-seven, snatched on the Ben-My-Chree on that early morning crossing from Heysham. Technically, I could have caught the evening journey back to Heysham,… Continue reading SOOTY HAS A BLACK EYE BUT THE DOUGLAS MARKET PUBS AREN’T TO BLAME
OPENING HOURS DRAMA ON THE ISLE OF MAN
Five ticks in the bag, the Isle of Man complete, I caught the Number 1 from Castletown Co-op back to Douglas, remembering to say “Hello fairies” at Fairy Bridge. Just me, AGAIN. Don’t these people treasure tradition ? The business district seemed bustling, the pubs less so. Douglas seems to come alive after dark. I… Continue reading OPENING HOURS DRAMA ON THE ISLE OF MAN
THIRSTY PIGEON (CHA CHA CHA)
Andreas treated me to the joys of Sixpence None The Richer’s “Kiss Me”, a sure sign Mann is entering the 1990s. I’m happy if it stays there with its £3 pints and cheery bus drivers. I’d been contemplating the walk back to Ramsey with no buses till schools ended, but then by chance re-reading the… Continue reading THIRSTY PIGEON (CHA CHA CHA)
DAWN OVER DOUGLAS
Having wheeled the lady with the sprained ankle and two (2) dogs onto the Ben Ma Chree with dedicated pet room I actually managed a couple of hours sleep myself; the perfect preparation for 32 hours frantic travel on the Isle of Man. Baa Baa’s raised eyebrow says it all. No time for sleep for… Continue reading DAWN OVER DOUGLAS
SHE SELLS SANCTUARY IN THE QUIDS INN
Well, the world of pub blogging has gone Isle of Man crazeee. Following BRAPA, Pubmeister, the blog-shy Maltmeister and myself to the land of the £2.70 pint and never-ending hen party is Lady Sinks the Booze (post here). In what looks a bit like retro-stalking, Kirsty even stayed in the Glenfaba* and drank the ultra… Continue reading SHE SELLS SANCTUARY IN THE QUIDS INN
BUSHY’S PUB MEN
My notes from Douglas peter out a bit now, just after the moment I started cackling hysterically at Duncan spotting a moth on the set of Love Island. In kinder times, moth spotting on Love Island would be a national sport. The Quayside area contains several astonishingly basic Proper Pubs, the sort of places even… Continue reading BUSHY’S PUB MEN
ANARCHY IN THE BRITISH ISLES
Still on “Friday Night in Douglas“, worryingly. In fact I’ve just been looking at the date stamps on the photos and find it was approaching 11pm by this stage, which is a) Well past my bedtime and b) getting close to the time when Chinese takeaways close. Next up was a half (it was a… Continue reading ANARCHY IN THE BRITISH ISLES
ROLLING OUT THE HOODED RAM
SHORT POST ALERT !!! Finally, as dark descended, we descended to the Quayside, home to Douglas‘s rowdiest pubs and greatest concentration of hen parties (sadly absent from the photos below but keep reading). Duncan convinced one group of hens that moth mithering in Motherwell would be a better bet for future hen dos, offering perfect… Continue reading ROLLING OUT THE HOODED RAM
NO, NAY, NEVER (?)
Yes, it’s time for the Rover. I’m pressing on with these posts, though to be fair it all seems a bit pointless now BRAPA has won the blogosphere by getting Syd Little to pour him a pint of Prosecco in a Fleetwood boozer. Pub 1448, Steamer, Fleetwood. Surreal! Couple edge up next to me… Continue reading NO, NAY, NEVER (?)
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