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
Tag: Merseyside
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
PLUM PORTER IN ‘POOL
The Pool Crawl goes on, though only halves at Sanctuary, my lone new Guide pub back at Lime Street. More great architecture and kebab shops to admire on the way. Look at those skies over the Wigwam. Paul had already visited the Sanctuary, tucked in opposite the famous Adelphi and this one. And I was… Continue reading PLUM PORTER IN ‘POOL
THE PRICE OF FAME – A QUIET P*** IN THE PHIL
Yes. The source of that famous quote can now be revealed*. “At some point maybe pop in to the Philharmonic for a wee!”. Me pointing out that “The toilets are nothing compared to the main rooms of ‘the most ornate pub in England’” – Paul Mudge The most famous PubMan of them all (per… Continue reading THE PRICE OF FAME – A QUIET P*** IN THE PHIL
A BOOTLE TOOTLE
That Cambridge diversion was particularly inadvisable, as I was off to “Bootiful Bootle” the next day (yours for a quid, that one). There’d been a particularly unsavoury joke about Bootle accommodation doing the rounds over the weekend, but let me be the living proof that you can survive, and indeed enjoy, this great Lancashire (never… Continue reading A BOOTLE TOOTLE
