30th January 2023. A solo crawl that started at 14:20 ended at 19:50 with the inevitable 7th pub, the one you pop in when you’ve bought takeaway and really ought to be heading straight to the Premier Inn to make a mess over the towels Leaving the Monday bouncers at the Hatchet, I retraced my… Continue reading TAKE IT (my Pad Thai) TO THE BANK
Tag: Gloucestershire pubs
NO HATCHET JOB
30th January 2023. With the Bristol cider pub closed and the Bass pub put of Bass, I succumbed to the inevitable and visited the “local recommended” preemptive for my 6th pub of the night. I’d never heard of the Hatchet, tucked away near the statue of the bloke with the dolphin. It’s the oldest pub… Continue reading NO HATCHET JOB
McARTHUR’S YARD IS MELTING IN THE DARK
30th January 2023 (still). Enough pubs, let’s have some art. With my five (5) Bristol ticks in the bag before six I realised I needed some sort of plan for the evening, other than the immediate one that involved finding a route back to my Premier Inn with a legal loo stop on it. I… Continue reading McARTHUR’S YARD IS MELTING IN THE DARK
AND SO TO BED(MINSTER)
30th January 2023. Going nap in Bristol now (no idea why we call a fivesome “going nap”), assuming we can call Bedminster part of Bristol. For all I know there’s a King of Bedminster and no-one pays taxes as long as they grow sour beers in their garages or something. Look, I just don’t know… Continue reading AND SO TO BED(MINSTER)
THE GOLDEN GUINEA
30th January 2023. From the Stag & Hounds in Bristol’s Old Market I headed back over the river to make sure the thieving Bristolians hadn’t stolen Mrs RM’s car, admire sunset against St Mary’s Redcliffe, and then head on to the Golden Guinea via the scary underpass on loan from Newport. I hadn’t noticed this… Continue reading THE GOLDEN GUINEA
GLOUCESTERSHIRE COMPLETE
Colin the Cauliflower may be cuter, but Baa Baa Toure now has a fan in Saudi Arabia. At least, I assume he’s the reason a Saudi would log on to this site. Baa Baa was delighted to see my Gloucestershire section fully pinked after a last triumphant march from the Coronation to the Tobacco Factory,… Continue reading GLOUCESTERSHIRE COMPLETE
THE BUTCHER’S HOOK – NO MORE A THORNBURY IN MY SIDE
Mrs RM is winding down her IT gigs a bit so she can spend more time winding me up (joking, joking). On our first joint trip away in months we headed to Gloucestershire, coincidentally home to my final 4 Guide ticks in that intriguing county. Back in the Olden Days when people travelled to go… Continue reading THE BUTCHER’S HOOK – NO MORE A THORNBURY IN MY SIDE
NEWENT – NICE DAY FOR A PINK TICK
March 2020 You’ve missed the Billy Idol tribute. I’m really sorry. In fact, you might struggle to get to the Kings Arms in Newent if the lockdown comes. I’ll have something to say about that when I can face it. Newent was very cheery, presumbly still celebrating only a second GBG entry since 1875. 4… Continue reading NEWENT – NICE DAY FOR A PINK TICK
THE ONLY BASS IN GLOUCESTER
9th March 2020 National Bass Day coming up on 11 April; I’ve no doubt you’ve all got your orders in to Samlesbury already. Upset a CAMRA, support Draught Bass. In the Turks Head I had a lively conversation about Bass and Pedi with a lovely bloke who assured me the Imperial always had it on.… Continue reading THE ONLY BASS IN GLOUCESTER
WANSWELL – SALMON, SQUID RINGS & PHEASANT TAILS
15th January 2020 And so, it begins, five days in the South-West, whatever that is, on a road trip with my sister Julie. It’s not quite On The Road, but there is a high speed blow-out on the M5, fiddles and mind-altering quantities of Draught Bass. Just not at the same time. My niece Patricia… Continue reading WANSWELL – SALMON, SQUID RINGS & PHEASANT TAILS
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