Trowbridge is to Wiltshire what Leigh is to Lancashire, or Haverhill to Essex. But it was a joy, a JOY I tell you, to make a first trip back to the home of Ushers since we subjected our boys to the dodgiest Wetherspoons in the South a decade ago (bargain Curry Club, mind). Even the… Continue reading “I’d live in a shed at the bottom of the garden and I’d never have a headache again” – Trowbridge delivers the goods.
Tag: King’s Arms
WHITCHURCH SAYS “COME IN !”
Many of you (well, Duncan) have asked “Where is Pubmeister ?”. It was Duncan who prompted this 4 day trip down South and offered his taxi services, as gratefully received an offer as Mrs RM’s “Taxi for BRAPA” which was taking place the same night. Fear not, Duncan and Malt will be here soon enough.… Continue reading WHITCHURCH SAYS “COME IN !”
THE BEST TETLEY SINCE IT LEFT LEEDS
Much controversy in the wake of that last post as I described our journey to my North Yorkshire GBG straggler in Sutton-in-Craven. Yes, we’d stopped in West Yorkshire for a loo stop that turned into an advisable pint in the Wuthering Heights that preceded a walk to the Bronte waterfalls. We had the circular route… Continue reading THE BEST TETLEY SINCE IT LEFT LEEDS
BACK WITH A BANG IN BARROW
2 nights in Barrow Wetherspoons in late September. Taking a risk, but the Furness Railway has spotless rooms and free Shrewsbury biscuits, so who’s winning? One new Guide pub I missed on my last visit, a traumatic Black Eye Friday when Ulverston lads woke me at 3am singing “Let it go”. Technically Hawcoats, properly posh… Continue reading BACK WITH A BANG IN BARROW
A WALTZ ROUND THE WALDEN
More local tourism for you, as I again head outside the comfort zone of my home county, and explore posh Essex. Saffron Walden is SO posh that BRAPA had to leave after disgracing himself at the local primary school in 1984 (see below). Here’s where Simon used to keep his collection of Beer Guides in… Continue reading A WALTZ ROUND THE WALDEN
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
HORSHAM BOYS (AND GAL)
From Maidenhead we headed towards the coast, where Mrs RM is just about to start an assignment yards from Brighton Station the Evening Star. 20 years ago we’d have set off from Hitchin on a Friday night, phoned a Premier Inn/Lodge on the way, and end up somewhere interesting for £30. “Interesting” meaning Stroud, Sandbach… Continue reading HORSHAM BOYS (AND GAL)
HA’WAY HAWORTH
Another short post for you to consume between meals. Or pints. I only know what’s next because my photos are in alphabetical order. After the Salopian adventures I had virtually a whole week away from pubs, selling essentials like these at our annual charity sale. Something for everyone, I’m sure you’ll agree. But I nipped… Continue reading HA’WAY HAWORTH
“A DREADED SUNNY DAY, SO I MEET YOU AT THE (YARMOUTH) CEMETRY GATES”
Sadly (for me, if not you) loads of Norfolk posts for the next week. If you like Norfolk you probably a) live in Islington and wear a pashmina or scarf or b) are confusing it with the Virginian one. Great Yarmouth isn’t really Norfolk, of course, anymore than Stockport is part of Manchester. I joined… Continue reading “A DREADED SUNNY DAY, SO I MEET YOU AT THE (YARMOUTH) CEMETRY GATES”
MOTHS
Quinno and I pressed on through the mean streets of Bethnal Green, stopping only to admire Lady Dinah’s Cat Emporium. I doubt that Pub Curmudgeon will be relocating from Stockport to Bethnal Green, but E2 has more cat cafes than micro pubs. In fact, it has more Cereal Cafes than micros. #Depraved. Not a great… Continue reading MOTHS
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