I asked the ticket inspector if I could break my journey home in Newton-le-Willows. “It don’t bother me, mate” he said, in that charming Woollyback lilt. I knew you could, bit I always get a bit freaked out when your journey involves multiple train companies. But no-one cares. Except Tom Irvine. And not many care… Continue reading “We’re no stranger to ticks. You know the rules and so do I”
Tag: Merseyside
MAD DOGS AND ENGLISHMEN…
At last, the Merseyside micros end (good though they were) and you get a Proper Pub. A minor classic too, the Plasterers Arms in Hoylake the sort of place to restore your faith in suburban midweek drinking. Tucked in the back streets, minutes from the beach, I thought for a second I might not get… Continue reading MAD DOGS AND ENGLISHMEN…
QUEUEING IN FORMBY
And we’re off ! Seven pubs to tick on Merseyside, presumably all micros, and a chance to reacquaint myself with the Sefton coast, which isn’t short of pubs. Or golf courses. Or wine bars. Or pizzerias. I’d forgotten that all Merseyrail trams have a mandatory rule that customers carry a can of G & T… Continue reading QUEUEING IN FORMBY
SOUTHPORT FOR THE SCRIMPER
Let’s revisit Southport. Goodness knows, enough scallies have broken the lockdown to have picnics on the dunes along the Sefton coast this week. If you believe the media. A bit of a bargain destination over the years, starting with a 2003 holiday at Pontins. Now, a good test of the strength of a marriage is… Continue reading SOUTHPORT FOR THE SCRIMPER
TOP 100 BASS PUBS – THE MAGAZINE HOTEL, NEW BRIGHTON
22 December 2019 This post marks the eighteenth consecutive blog entry to shamelessly milk my birthday (22 December), only sixty short of the Pub blogging record (Source : Guinness Extra Cold). The Magazine doesn’t really need a “best Bass pub” qualifier, particularly as my Top 100 has now reached 236. Not many people are aware… Continue reading TOP 100 BASS PUBS – THE MAGAZINE HOTEL, NEW BRIGHTON
“It’s all a dream, an illusion now” – The Wonder of Wallasey
I’m home from my epic crawl round the UK now. The new A14 bypass did the job. After a week away, even Mrs RM may be pleased to see me (EDIT : She is, I brought flowers). Matt is cutting James’ hair in the kitchen, all is peace and harmony. I bet you’re expecting me… Continue reading “It’s all a dream, an illusion now” – The Wonder of Wallasey
PENNY LANE, GBG GAIN
Onward and upward to my last “Merseyside” tick in what the GBG calls Wavertree*, but you might think of McCartneyville as you approach the myriad delights of Penny Lane. This is practically heaven for me, entering a part of the UK I’ve never been to before, about to tick the last pub in a GBG… Continue reading PENNY LANE, GBG GAIN
ALLERTON, TAKE OFF YOUR PARTY DRESS
Well, well. As they say in Liverpool (and possibly Cambridge). Ten days after conspicuous failure to finish Merseyside from my Bootle base, I was back in Allerton having another go. Again I did a little circuit from the mysterious Wavertree Technology Park (they made Jurgen Klopp’s smile there), and this time it worked perfectly. … Continue reading ALLERTON, TAKE OFF YOUR PARTY DRESS
BREAKFAST IN SEAFORTH
A few more holiday snaps from my trip to Bootle. Not that you need any more convincing, I’m sure. Oh, here’s one from my walk back from Waterloo on Sunday night. “Lennon was rubbish. Imagine is the worst song EVER.” said Matt last night. Wait till he hears “The Frog Chorus“. My car was still… Continue reading BREAKFAST IN SEAFORTH
WISTFUL IN WHISTON
Still in Liverpool, folks. Mind you, BRAPA is still in Dorset, getting further behind by the day. I waved Stafford Paul off at Lime Street as he returned to the bosom of a Proper Pub (probably the Roscoe Head) and set off for an afternoon of micro madness. I reckoned I could be in Whiston… Continue reading WISTFUL IN WHISTON
