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”.

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