You left me in Wellingborough, you sods, contemplating my fate in a second new Guide pub in an otherwise unremarkable Midlands town (don’t start arguing with me, it’s Midlands). Would it be another 10 pump ale shrine like the Coach & Horses so beloved of Alan Winfield, a brewery tap selling undrinkable beers from a… Continue reading WELLINGBOROUGH WOBBLING
This has been a tiring week of travel, and it’s not often I say that. Two trips to Manchester, a dozen journeys taking Matt and his precious possessions between Salford, a storage depot on Ashton Old Road, and his new house in Ancoats. He’s looking worse for wear too. But he’s moved now, so no… Continue reading BUSTLING BURSCOUGH
Our evening in delightful Dereham (hands off TIC, I’ve trademarked that) concludes with a return trip to your new favourite pub chain, now that Sam Smiths have gone upmarket. I haven’t wrote much about the Covid impact on pubs of late, as quite honestly I’ve hardly noticed it, 46 pubs in. Hand sanitiser, name… Continue reading TIM TAYLOR LANDLORD FOR £2.50. THE ONLY CRAFT (UNION) YOU NEED.
I’m keeping this a Covid-free zone and pressing on with (a pub-less) life. But after last night our Matthew has decided that he’s not going to be cutting any more hair in Manchester for a while yet, even with masks on. His Instagram video on how to cut your own hair is essential viewing; I… Continue reading TALKING OF BARNETS….
22nd January 2020 WARNING : CONTAINS PROPER PUBS !!! A bumper Shipley-cum-Saltaire special, aided by an Ibis giving me access to two new GBG ticks, a classic oldie, and a curry. Oh, and tall buildings. Shipley town centre took a post-war hammering, but the Spoons is majestic. Continuing the theme of the last post, where… Continue reading FANNY’S BY GASLIGHT
Llandybie Pub No.2, and a total contrast to the gentlefolk-friendly Red Lion, two minutes and a dispensing chemist away. The Ivy Bush is either a Beer Guide regular or they love those mid-2000s stickers as much as I do. A dozen in, Old Boys and “tradesmen”, and a sight to delight the multi-pump hater. Landlord… Continue reading SPOT THE CASK DRINKER
“Frankie Says…” go to a pub. Actually, after the Half Moon I was ready for an early night of Chinese takeaway and LBC, with BRAPA to come in the morning. But then our group split up, and Pete & The Mudgies (a punk group from Atherstone, surely ?), nipped in the Bull. For a… Continue reading BULLISH ABOUT PUBS
You left me in Southsea at the Auckland, having just visited a non-GBG pub in error. As Costello sang, “It was a brilliant mistake“. So I walked the ten yards round the corner to the Apsley, a different but equally cosy looking local. I suspect some of you are ahead of me here. Yes, it… Continue reading PROPER POMPEY LANDLORD
Next up (and yes, it’s till Wednesday the 6th here), a pub I enjoyed more than any other this year (well, since the Circus, anyway). Arise, the Queen Vic (as it were). Getting there in the drizzle was half the fun, weaving out of central Aberdeen as the granite finally shone and I stumbled… Continue reading IT’S ALL ABOUT THE PUB
For those of you wondering about a report on the pub crawl with Roger Protz, all I can say is that I hope to have it done before Manchester United goal difference returns to a positive. Better off reading Richard’s report and squinting at the photos of me. After Donny I was off to Paddington,… Continue reading DEATH IN LITTLE VENICE