On we go, to the 4pm openers in Bucks, ever closer to a resurrection of my famous (and trademarked) “All Bucked Up” blogpost title. The Oak, in the side streets of Aston Clinton (look at your own map for it) is a welcome return to Proper Pub after the horror shows of Amersham. Fullers own… Continue reading “A pint’s a pint”
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GUESS THE PUB SAYS “THE PRIDE IS DRINKING WELL”
This morning you get a “Guess the Pub” by request. An interesting concept, you’d think, giving the requestor a mild advantage. But he (or she, sexist) is sworn to secrecy on pain of excommunication from retiredmartin.com. It might be a doddle, as this pub is world famous as the boozer featured in Series 2 of… Continue reading GUESS THE PUB SAYS “THE PRIDE IS DRINKING WELL”
THAT UNWISE FINAL PINT OF ESB IN THE PARCEL YARD
We are all BRAPA. Thankfully, we’re not, or waiting on railway platforms would be a messy affair. I managed to make it back from the Jackalope to King’s Cross, which does have loos, only stopping to admire the Green Man (now renamed Greene Man to cash in on Graham Greene craze sweeping the nation). And… Continue reading THAT UNWISE FINAL PINT OF ESB IN THE PARCEL YARD
PIPER AT THE GATES OF DOOM
You remember that period of our lives when we couldn’t go to pubs ? When I had to visit Kettering and take pictures of death and decay ? Well, I went back, didn’t I ? Someone has to. The town declared its status as a Covid hotspot as you entered the (imaginary) gates, echoing the… Continue reading PIPER AT THE GATES OF DOOM
Whoa, whoa, for the wings of a Dove
Today’s cover stars are Barb and Richard from Chicago, where pizza was invented in 1492 and it’s even scarier than on “The Wire”. Barb and Dick, and Dave and Joan, were finishing their latest attempt to save UK cask by drinking it. Mrs RM and I, along with special guest Curry Charles, met them at… Continue reading Whoa, whoa, for the wings of a Dove
PAUL WEARS THE CROWN
The Crown came into view just as a light drizzle descended on Lime Street Station, overlooked but not overshadowed by the ongoing building works behind it. What a wonderful pub to step into on a drab Sunday morning. Inside, Stafford’s Paul Mudge seemed mildly surprised to see me nearly on time. He hadn’t even finished… Continue reading PAUL WEARS THE CROWN
FULLERS TAKE THE BRASS, BRASS CASTLE TAKE THE PLAUDITS AT MANC FEST ’19
I’m no great fan of beer festivals, and not just because they take people out of pubs (I know, I know). And writing about them is much harder than writing about pubs. But Manchester Fest is always great fun, the beer is cool (in both senses), and being Northern people sometimes speak to you rather… Continue reading FULLERS TAKE THE BRASS, BRASS CASTLE TAKE THE PLAUDITS AT MANC FEST ’19
OH FOR THE WINGS OF A DOVE (TO ESCAPE TO A DRINKERS’ PUB)
Christmas is marked by the first appearance of the Winter edition of Ullage, your favourite West Berkshire beer and pubs magazine (edging out the Hungerford Horse & Jockey Weeekly for the third consecutive year). Newbury Tim is always great company, finding me a wealth of new art, bands and pubs to explore, and we met… Continue reading OH FOR THE WINGS OF A DOVE (TO ESCAPE TO A DRINKERS’ PUB)
GEMMA WAS WRONG
It was a long, drab walk out from Peterborough Station to Werrington and (oddly) a long walk back, so I merited a second beer. BRAPA had been here a week ago, so I consulted our Pub oracle for advice; I decided to give it a go. Excitingly, the Cock wasn’t shown as open on… Continue reading GEMMA WAS WRONG
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
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