Sunday the 15th August (yes, I’m that far behind) and still no sign of summer. But London is always hot due to the smog, so on a visit to my parents I made arrangements to visit London’s hottest ticket. Thrillingly, my first visit to the capital since that fateful day in November when the pubs… Continue reading CAMDEN CRAWLING
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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
A LAST HURRAH
Lots of short posts for you, in case I run out of material before December. November 4th 2020. The last day before Lockdown 2, with no idea how long it might last, and whether there’d actually be any pubs to return to. Disastrously, I’d allowed young BRAPA to score more GBG ticks than me in… Continue reading A LAST HURRAH
HARVEY’S IN THE ROYAL OAK
19th February 2020 On Thursday I popped down to meet Mrs RM in Sevenoaks ahead of a big adventure I’ll tell you about later (rest easy). The Thameslink train towards Brighton, if it’s not cancelled as usual, stops at London Bridge and spares you much of the chaos of the Kings Cross/ Underground route with… Continue reading HARVEY’S IN THE ROYAL OAK
Whoa, whoa, for the wings of a Dove
Today’s cover stars are Barb and Richard from Chicago, where pizza was invented in 1492 and it’s even scarier than on “The Wire”. Barb and Dick, and Dave and Joan, were finishing their latest attempt to save UK cask by drinking it. Mrs RM and I, along with special guest Curry Charles, met them at… Continue reading Whoa, whoa, for the wings of a Dove
BOYS DON’T CRY (£18.60 / PINT REMIX)
Greetings from the luxury of my suite at the Days Inn, Michaelwood Services. Us pub tickers know how to live. Rubbish WiFi, the biggest issue of the age, but I did get this; BRAPA stays in Premier Inns, being flush, and I think Duncan sleeps in his car so he can afford the £16.70 half… Continue reading BOYS DON’T CRY (£18.60 / PINT REMIX)
BATTERED BY BARREL-AGED BOURBON AT SAMBROOKS
A number of you* have asked for more features on brewery taps on this blog, getting bored of all these pictures of churches, street art and Primark bags. This one’s for you, as Neil Young probably sang. I’d been warned about the back streets of Battersea by someone who shall remain nameless. I must be… Continue reading BATTERED BY BARREL-AGED BOURBON AT SAMBROOKS
SHABBY SPITALFIELDS CHIC
You need your wits about you when you’re walking past Liverpool Street Station at midday, or you’ll get bumped into by someone refreshing their blog stats or swiping right. My obstacles are the approximately 137 pubs on the way to the Commercial Tavern, and the frankly gorgeous views round every corner. I stopped for some… Continue reading SHABBY SPITALFIELDS CHIC
PIZZA AND PALE IN THE PELT TRADER
A trip to see Tori Amos at the Royal Albert Hall, no less, a far cry from our usual “folk indie for a fiver” at the Portland Arms. It says something about the dearth of new Guide pubs in central London that on my second trip to the City since GBG release I’ve… Continue reading PIZZA AND PALE IN THE PELT TRADER
FROM WEST BERKSHIRE TO LA SCALA
Another London Sunday night gig, another attempt to find nice things to say about N1. Having just completed the capital’s Beer Guide quota for 2017 (not all in one night), and with no obvious pre-emptives, I had a rare evening not dictated by The Book. So I rambled aimlessly for an hour or two round… Continue reading FROM WEST BERKSHIRE TO LA SCALA
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