By the time we left the Globe we only had time for one more pub, a new GBG entry near our gig, but mysteriously we had enough time for shopping in Oxford Street. This was a particular mystery to me, as I’d assumed we’d concluded our present shopping on 1 January, just as we do… Continue reading I WANT TO SEE THE BRIGHT LIGHTS TONIGHT
MARYLEBONE PROVES YOU SHOULD ALWAYS ADD THE POSTCODE TO YOUR TICKING SPREADSHEET
14th December 2022. From Bow we headed west, and an increasing rare new Guide entry in London tourist central. Marylebone’s tick means leaving the underground at Baker Street, and taking the foot tunnel under Marylebone Road, a passage promoting all the traditional tourist joys on NW1. Baker Street is where football fans traditionally stop for… Continue reading MARYLEBONE PROVES YOU SHOULD ALWAYS ADD THE POSTCODE TO YOUR TICKING SPREADSHEET
THE ONLY (PREEMPTIVE) TICKING BOY IN NEW CROSS
One more post from London, then I can write about Rye, Castleford and Tromso. An unlikely trio to end November. 16th November 2022. Underground, Overground, Wombling free, I need to be at the Shirker’s Rest by 3, so an hour to kill admiring fades signage, and the wonderful Courage sign on the Amersham Arms. Lest… Continue reading THE ONLY (PREEMPTIVE) TICKING BOY IN NEW CROSS
“In the City there’s a thousand pubs but I only need two”
16th November 2022. A second City pub in quick succession, after silently cursing (“Oh, tasters !”) I couldn’t do the Olde Mitre. Honestly, there was no need for London to erect this statue of me with the Good Beer Guide Completion trophy, something Messi will never hold. I thought I’d have visited the Inn of… Continue reading “In the City there’s a thousand pubs but I only need two”
“When your Spoons charges nearly a fiver a pint, drown your empty selves, for you will have lost the last of England”.
“Talk about your father or father figure in your life” is today’s Word Press prompt for the blogger with writer’s block. But I’ll leave that post on Duncan till I’ve caught up with the blog. Just a reminder; I don’t choose what to write about. This is basically my diary. That said, I’m going to… Continue reading “When your Spoons charges nearly a fiver a pint, drown your empty selves, for you will have lost the last of England”.
Originally posted on Wait until next year:
Tired of London. Not necessarily tired of life, as the old maxim goes, but that’s a story for another time. Tired of London, but not a Leaving of London, where someone pens a farewell to their city, I’m not going anywhere yet. This is just a tiredness of…
AN NBSS 3.5 PINT IN 3.5 MINUTES AT LONDON BRIDGE
I caught the first train back from Bexleyheath into London Bridge, contemplating a leisurely reacquaintance with Borough’s beauties; the Royal Oak, the Rake, the King’s Arms. Now I’ve completed London’s GBG entries I can actually enjoy the place again. But as the train approached Lewisham I felt oddly guilty about leaving Mrs RM alone for… Continue reading AN NBSS 3.5 PINT IN 3.5 MINUTES AT LONDON BRIDGE
TO BEXLEYHEATH !
If Stevenage needs an advertising slogan, they could do better than “Mrs RM preferred you to an evening in Bexleyheath“. “Last tick in Greater London, you’ll never sing that !” counters The Bex. An expensive tick, but relatively quick from Stevenage with the bonus of a stop in London Bridge on the return. Which pub… Continue reading TO BEXLEYHEATH !
LONDON GBG22 – IT BEGINS IN FINSBURY
I’m not suggesting I used my parents house as a hotel, but I did use it as a base to make a trip to the capital on Thursday afternoon, saving £57 on the Stevenage Ibis I’d been despairing over spending a night in. The planning for an assault on the new London Beer Guide entries… Continue reading LONDON GBG22 – IT BEGINS IN FINSBURY
WEST ONE SHINE ON ME
AKA Let me take you by my hand……..and walk you through the streets of London to a back street Beer Guide pub*. In this case, the Barley Mow in W1. But they do show how gorgeous it is in The Smoke at dusk, even if/because it’s quieter than you’re used to. Usual prize for identifying… Continue reading WEST ONE SHINE ON ME