“Please do not Jump on the Bean Bags” – Misery in the Mendips

It took me a long time to get to the Mendips. About 44.4444 years, if memory serves. But I’ve been making up for that lapse of late, using Wincanton and Shepton Mallet as my cheap bases for a concerted attack on the Somerset GBG. (Spoiler: The beer isn’t very good). Yes, I know you’ll say… Continue reading “Please do not Jump on the Bean Bags” – Misery in the Mendips


More short posts compiled using complimentary WiFi, drinking warm Otter somewhere in the Blackdown Hills. And more posts from award winning Yorkshire gastropubs with too many beers for the cask custom. Let’s not be churlish. The Bay Horse is gorgeous, with brilliant views, and cutting-edge technology. It’s got pots and pans dangling from the ceiling… Continue reading TOO MANY BEERS PT. 373


“Greater love hath no man than this; that he would give up his own ticking time to drive his friends around the pubs of the western Home Counties” At least “psychological support“* was provided as the trips came dangerously close to both Aylesbury and Maidenhead. Another tremendous day for being retired. This was the view… Continue reading CHAUFFEUR TO THE STARS


I couldn’t put it off any longer; Norfolk needed to be nipped in the bud (there’s a pun on local CAMRA there somewhere). Yes, I feel the same way about the North Norfolk coast as I do about France. The locals are fine but the (mainly North London) visitors are generally ghastly.  Think of my… Continue reading YOUR PUB TICKING HERO BRAVES BURNHAM