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
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BULLISH ABOUT PUBS
“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
PROPER POMPEY LANDLORD
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
IT’S ALL ABOUT THE PUB
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
DEATH IN LITTLE VENICE
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
THE (GBG) POOLE OF DEATH
The second new tick in Poole was the “attractive old all-rounder” that is the King Charles. More locals than tourists. beers you’ve heard of, pub grub, Willie Nelson cover of “Ghost Riders on the Storm“, you know the type. In Cambridge it would be the Baron of Beef, I guess. Poole only has the 3… Continue reading THE (GBG) POOLE OF DEATH
A NIGHT ON NICKEY NACKEY LANE
You’ll know how I love an accommodation bargain. Not much chance of that in York, where £30 will buy you a night in BRAPA’s man-shed* (if you wash up), but a great deal at the Jolly Sailor in Cawood on the Ouse. Just 387,000 Wetherspoons plates stacked end-to-end from Selby. It’s a particularly pretty… Continue reading A NIGHT ON NICKEY NACKEY LANE
YA YA LAND
When I booked my ticket for Manchester City v Brighton months ago I thought it might be the title clincher. Instead we’re 20 points clear with a game to go, which even City will struggle to muck up (25 point deduction for playing Queen on Sunday, perhaps ?). Last night we get Ya Ya Toure‘s… Continue reading YA YA LAND
POSH PRESTON
When Mrs RM and I started exploring the country in the early ’90s (pre-Beer Guide ticking), we spent a lot of time just off the A6 in farmhouse B&Bs, in those grim times before Premier Inns were invented. Back in the day, we became quite acquainted with the area between Preston and the majestic… Continue reading POSH PRESTON
LITTLE DOWNHAM AND THAT NBSS 2 PROBLEM
Some really great writing about pubs on the blog recently. Mudgie (here) explored the falsehood that one buzzy new micro can be compensation for losing a handful of proper locals, while BRAPA (here) is drinking 30 pints on the Isle of Man and no doubt flies home to a hero’s welcome from Public Health England.… Continue reading LITTLE DOWNHAM AND THAT NBSS 2 PROBLEM
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