BRAPA would have come up with a witty title, something involving “Some Like It Hot” (the song, duh) and rhyming Battersea with “I need a pee” and oh, how we’d laugh. But I’ve overwritten my notes from this one and I’m not in the mood for frivolities. Besides, I was tense as the Battersea Brewery… Continue reading TUBE TICKING AT BATTERSEA POWER STATION
Tag: London pubs
DOING THE LAMBETH TICK
Slight problem as my earliest extensive notes, somewhat akin to Pepys but with more typos, have just been overwritten by my sitting on my phone and now look like this; A third South-West London tick in an hour, as I take the Northern Line from Clapham Common to the Oval, and then a hop through… Continue reading DOING THE LAMBETH TICK
SALT AND PEPPER SQUID
I’d arrived in London at 11:40, was rating that Harvey’s in Balham at 12:10, and at 12:30 was heading off to Tick 2, the Abbeville in Clapham. Now, your heart always sinks a bit when you see a new Guide pub in Clapham, home to atrocities like this one with its £10.45 G & T… Continue reading SALT AND PEPPER SQUID
BALHAM – GATEWAY TO THE SOUTH, AND MY LONDON GBG COMPLETION
Another benefit of “going home” is it gives me those shorter trips into London that made Waterbeach bearable. On the Wednesday, possibly in 1997 I’m so far behind, Mrs RM drove the campervan back to Sheffield and I took the 10:10 to King’s Cross. I know I mercilessly take the mick out of West London,… Continue reading BALHAM – GATEWAY TO THE SOUTH, AND MY LONDON GBG COMPLETION
GUESS THE PUB GOES TO THE SMOKE
Only 5 weeks, folks, and you’ll be able to at least peer into pubs while being escorted to your sodden seat in a wine garden. DO NOT attempt to take pictures on the way to the inside loo or you’ll be prosecuted. A rather picturesque mystery pub from England’s second city today, and a chance… Continue reading GUESS THE PUB GOES TO THE SMOKE
THAT UNWISE FINAL PINT OF ESB IN THE PARCEL YARD
We are all BRAPA. Thankfully, we’re not, or waiting on railway platforms would be a messy affair. I managed to make it back from the Jackalope to King’s Cross, which does have loos, only stopping to admire the Green Man (now renamed Greene Man to cash in on Graham Greene craze sweeping the nation). And… Continue reading THAT UNWISE FINAL PINT OF ESB IN THE PARCEL YARD
JACKALOPE
You left me in an alley behind the Harp on Lockdown Eve. I had a crumpled bit of paper in my pocket, but after five pubs I was starting to feel that doing all 21 that I needed to complete London was, perhaps, a stretch too far. Certainly on pints. I know it’s TECHNICALLY possible… Continue reading JACKALOPE
TOP 100 PUBS – THE HARP
Leaving the Princess, I consulted my artisanal map for my last day’s ticking before Lockdown 2. Four down, with two close by somewhere in Marylebone, which I always spell Marleybone. I almost fell at the furst hurdle; but I feared the wurst if I followed a Pride with curry, so started one of those long,… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – THE HARP
DO THE STRAND
Panic ye not, I’m not doing a Ferry-esque dance over the Thames, merely a retiredmartin rush as the impact of that Volcano coffee suddenly means I need the loo. Like Newcastle, London’s bridges are its real treasure. If you look very closely you can probably see BRAPA and Colin about to upset someone in Southend.… Continue reading DO THE STRAND
WATERLOO WOBBLE
Lockdown (2) Eve. Onto Pub No. 4, as I moved level with BRAPA on eight November ticks (but can I edge ahead ? The tension !). Another 20 minutes from the Ring, past Waterloo and over the Golden Jubilee Bridge (never knew they were called that) to Strand. A bit of dawdling on the way,… Continue reading WATERLOO WOBBLE
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