“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”.
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London(s)
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
BUT IS THIS REALLY FULHAM ?
I headed west, which isn’t a Jam song but sounds like something from that golden year of 1979 when Cambridge United finished level on points with Chelsea in Division II. Chelsea is, appropriately enough after Sunday’s display, a bus park in the west of Fulham, my next target after Holborn. But the GBG App told… Continue reading BUT IS THIS REALLY FULHAM ?
HOBSON’S CHOICE IN HOLBORN
It was 23 minutes from the Barbican to Temple on public transport and 23 minutes on foot. Clearly most people would have taken the bus, or stood waiting for the Uber, or given up. Walking London is one the great free pleasures, along with queueing for fuel and reading MumsNet, and is particularly enjoyable in… Continue reading HOBSON’S CHOICE IN HOLBORN
“In The City there’s a thousand pubs but one I need to do”
Yes, a sneaky Jam reference to herald a second visit to the Smoke since life returned on the Heaventeenth, sneaked into a visit to my parents (yes, Chung Hwa was visited). You’ll remember that in August I prepared this lovely map of my central ticking needs, and James and I managed to walk from Camden… Continue reading “In The City there’s a thousand pubs but one I need to do”
ANOTHER INADVISABLE ESB AT THE PARCEL YARD
We headed back along Oxford Street into Fitzrovia and back to King’s Cross, cheered by an afternoon of London discovery, ticking and culture. London’s main shopping street seems to consist entirely of “Candy” stores. But there’s beauty, everywhere. Amorino ices on Goodge Street was a joy, too. I reckon James deserved 3 scoops after letting… Continue reading ANOTHER INADVISABLE ESB AT THE PARCEL YARD
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