It’s NOT a county, it’s a a self-governing British Crown dependency, you scream. I beg to differ; It’s a GBG county, it really is. Best approached from Heysham, since Liverpool is out of bounds. Oh, sorry, the Isle of Man doesn’t want your plague either at the moment. Shame, because it really is one of the… Continue reading TOP 10 COUNTIES – No. 5 – THE ISLE OF MAN
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NIARBYL, NO MORE
Time to wrap up the Isle of Man, now. The Maltmeister still had a few ticks needed along the southern coast, but first a tourist detour. Along with Glen Maye and the Calf, Niarbyl is a world-class piece of coastline, and we had it to ourselves for five minutes before the crowds descended from the… Continue reading NIARBYL, NO MORE
“I SEE YA !” – COLDPLAY DRAMA IN PEEL
My Manx ticks complete, I could relax and enjoy the natural beauty of Man, while Martin (2) continued to ruthlessly hunt down GBG entries from the time Before Protz. The west coast below Peel is as good as the British Isles gets, lacking only cheap Prosecco in a Wetherspoons. While Maltmeister (Martin No.2) rushed round… Continue reading “I SEE YA !” – COLDPLAY DRAMA IN PEEL
SULBY HITS ME WITH ITS BEST SHOT
Next up, my last Isle of Man GBG tick ! As long as that new law preventing micro pubs and gastro-taps is enacted at the next Tynwald, I should be fine for a few Guides now (famous last words). Last up was the Ginger Hall , a real TipTop TT pub. As you can see,… Continue reading SULBY HITS ME WITH ITS BEST SHOT
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 (?)
DOUGLAS THE HARD WAY
I was hoping to whizz through our night in Douglas, but I seem to have taken too many photos, and I’d hate to deny you candid snaps like this one from the Rosemount. A bit of an epic crawl through the back streets of the capital awaited, once Duncan had skillfully found a free parking… Continue reading DOUGLAS THE HARD WAY
