NAMING THE ’66 WORLD CUP WINNERS IN NEWPORT

Too many photos to stick in one post, and almost too much to report from the double decker pub trip from Freshwater to Newport. All I’ll say is, make sure you grab a seat toward the back of the top deck.if you ever catch the school bus on Wight. Teenagers told tales of mixing a… Continue reading NAMING THE ’66 WORLD CUP WINNERS IN NEWPORT

THE WIGHT STUFF

  After that false start in Yarmouth, the Isle of Wight belatedly yielded up its pubby pleasures. They don’t come cheap.  £4 minimum a pint, plus £25.10 for the train/ferry and £10 for the buses.  I suppose someone has to pay to sharpen those needles. First up, Freshwater, a solid but plain village to embody… Continue reading THE WIGHT STUFF

TAKING A BITE OUT OF WIGHT

This pub blogging business is very competitive. Having lost out on the Pipers sponsorship deal to that Bailey fellow (I’m not bitter Paul, but watch your back), I’m exploring other monetisation opportunities. The Tripe Society offered me 0.0257p each time I mention chitterlings, for example, and Maidenhead‘s MP has offered me a quid each time… Continue reading TAKING A BITE OUT OF WIGHT