“Reserved for the Coldstreams V.I.P.”. THE PARK TAVERN, CHICHESTER

February 2025. Chichester. I won’t declare Chichester a great pub town on the basis of our flying visit to “Meet the Southworths” last week, but Dave and Joan had done a fair bit of research in their extended stay, in-between P trips to the Pallant, Petworth and Pompey, and confidently declared The Park the best… Continue reading “Reserved for the Coldstreams V.I.P.”. THE PARK TAVERN, CHICHESTER

AMERICANS. COMING OVER ‘ERE, DRINKING OUR BEER, PRAISING OUR TRAINS

February 2025. Hunston. Chichester. It wasn’t just Mrs RM and I “Catching Up With With The Southworths” (repeats available on Dave TV) this month. A great photo* of Pub Men smiling (well, a smile by Dave’s standard) with the Pride drinking well in Chichester, and the positivity shines through Joan and Dave’s posts from the… Continue reading AMERICANS. COMING OVER ‘ERE, DRINKING OUR BEER, PRAISING OUR TRAINS

UP THE JUNCTION. PRIDE DRINKING WELL IN THE FALCON

February 2024. Battersea. Mrs RM had booked two nights at bargain rates (well, heaper than 5 pints of murk in Bermondsey) during the Travelodge New Year Sale, the only downside being an insalubrious looking location behind the grimier exit of Clapham Junction Station. But that’s OK, we’re used to insalubrious, and Clapham Junction is only… Continue reading UP THE JUNCTION. PRIDE DRINKING WELL IN THE FALCON

PRIDE DRINKING WELL ENOUGH IN CHISWICK

July 2023. Chiswick, London. Train tickets are so expensive these days (£40 Travelcard from Waterbeach) that you feel you need to get a full day’s value out of London. I remember making Mrs RM walk miles from King’s Cross when the Super-Off Peak ticket was £16.60 to save the cost of the tubes. Sensible people… Continue reading PRIDE DRINKING WELL ENOUGH IN CHISWICK

ONE OVER THE EIGHT (and it’s all BRAPA’s fault)

June 2023. King’s Cross Station. A successful day had produced eight (8) London ticks, my most successful raid (no GBG completist language) of the year. What you need now is to drink four pints of water, make sure you get on and off the right trains, and get to bed. If only life worked like… Continue reading ONE OVER THE EIGHT (and it’s all BRAPA’s fault)

“In the City there’s a thousand pubs but I only need two”

16th November 2022. A second City pub in quick succession, after silently cursing (“Oh, tasters !”) I couldn’t do the Olde Mitre. Honestly, there was no need for London to erect this statue of me with the Good Beer Guide Completion trophy, something Messi will never hold. I thought I’d have visited the Inn of… Continue reading “In the City there’s a thousand pubs but I only need two”