Only the very best cultural references for you on this site (though I clearly can’t compete with Si on the latest BRAPA ). And one of the best films I’ll ever see, too. Three new pubs in Derby in GBG18, and some stragglers nearby, means an overnighter close to Alan Winfield’s favourite ground. The only… Continue reading 3 BORED BILLS OUTSIDE THE A601 RING ROAD, DERBY
Dick and Dave are keen to see my Halifax piece, which makes three of us then. The last time I visited, to drop my parents off at a wedding near the Big 6, I was rather blown away by Halifax. 25 years ago, the year the Shaymen first dropped out the League, it felt… Continue reading HALIFAX – THE FINAL PIECE IN THE JIGSAW ?
I was delighted to get back on my UK travels on Friday night with an overdue return to a town that ought to be twinned with Florence at the very least. Stunning as the Grand Canyon is, it’s no match to the view of Calderdale to your right as escape Leeds on the M62 to… Continue reading BRIGHOUSE EMBRACES CHANGE
I’m doing these posts in chronological order, so it’s pure coincidence that I follow the Flippin’ Frog with the Itchy Pig. Being picky, micro pub naming is a disgrace. What’s wrong with traditional pub names like Number 37a, Mirth Magic & Maud, and Chime ? My ambition to visit all the Sheffield pubs while James… Continue reading SCRATCHING AN ITCH IN SHEFFIELD
After two consecutive “Proper Pubs” it was inevitable the last new Guide entry in Medway would be a micro pub. But, hey, not all micros are woeful middle-aged drinking clubs, are they ? To add to the sense of fun I walked from Chatham to Rochester, which is virtually contiguous, a word I can now… Continue reading FROGGY FUN IN ROCHESTER
I’d been looking forward to my return visit to Croydon since BRAPA spend a night there in January, the first overnight tourist since Mrs RM got lost looking for the IKEA in Purley in 1995 (this is true). So a short post to terrify other Guide pub tickers who may find themselves unexpectedly at Croydon… Continue reading LOST IN THE CRONX
You may be surprised to hear this, but I didn’t know William Bass came from Hinckley. I’d always assumed he was born in Milton Keynes General. So the local CAMRA branch had already increased my vital beer knowledge from a quick read of Half Pint in the Elbow Room. There seemed to be 15 pubs… Continue reading THE WILLIAM BASS TRAIL