One more round of “Micro Pub Spot The Difference” for you tonight. I certainly failed to distinguish the Old Bay Alehouse from three dozen others in Thanet and Lancashire. Perhaps they should call it something distinctive like Jug & Firkin, Ale Corner or Malt ‘n’ Hops. Still, Birchington is my last tick in West… Continue reading MICROPUB MERRY-GO-ROUND IN BIRCHINGTON-ON-SEA
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BELTINGE FIRE
Another short post for people whose heads are too full of words. For folk who like stats, which may just be Duncan, this is a summary showing how I’m going all slacker these days. At this rate it’ll just be “Woke up. Thanet. Micro. Pashmina. Singapore noodles. Missed train” in a few years. Here’s the… Continue reading BELTINGE FIRE
HERNE BAY HEY-DAY
I guess this post is 2001 AD (Anywherebutcambridgewill Do). A lovely day to be beside the seaside at Herne Bay. Note how lesser blogs merely make pubs look like they’re leaning; I make the whole of the North Kent coast slope. Now, Herne Bay is a rather overlooked little resort, the Clacton or Filey of… Continue reading HERNE BAY HEY-DAY
WHEN I DREAM, I DREAM ABOUT TAMWORTH MICROPUBS
Yes, when in Tamworth, it is obligatory to reference Julian Cope, whose views on micro pubs are eagerly anticipated. Last time here I celebrated the joys of the parish church in an Emergency Guide to Tamworth that is still handed out to all UK visitors on arrival at Dover. This time I bring the alternate… Continue reading WHEN I DREAM, I DREAM ABOUT TAMWORTH MICROPUBS
OLIVES IN A TEA CUP IN KIRKBY-IN-ASHFIELD
Last stop on the Mini Midlands Micro tour was in Kirkby-in-Ashfield, the “edgy” bit of Mansfield and a regular stop for GBG visits over two decades. Sadly, George’s Tradition chippy seemed to have given way to an inferior copy, though you can’t complain at £3.70 for fish and huge pile of chips to last you… Continue reading OLIVES IN A TEA CUP IN KIRKBY-IN-ASHFIELD
WOMEN IN LOVE (WITH MICRO MURK)
The posts keep coming, but the beer dried up for me. After the usual IKEA drama (dropped cushion cover or something), I bravely volunteered to let Mrs RM do the tasting while I did the note-taking. Being a self-taught beer smellier, I know how to score a beer purely by sniffing it. The next… Continue reading WOMEN IN LOVE (WITH MICRO MURK)
BANBURY, CROSS (THAT I MISSED LIFE AFTER FOOTBALL)
My last Oxfordshire GBG tick took me to Banbury, as good a place as any to finish a chapter, given there’s no exciting parlour pubs selling Hooky from the jug still to be discovered. And that’s the downside of having completed 80-90% of the Guide; you’ll never HAVE to do the Peyton Arms or the… Continue reading BANBURY, CROSS (THAT I MISSED LIFE AFTER FOOTBALL)
WOEFUL TRIVIAL PURSUIT SPURS AT THE DODO
Hoorah ! Back into the capital for an afternoon of West London high jinks with That Tim for Newbury. But first, the Dodo, another already famous micro pub. One I’d been looking forward to, even if I’d missed the Cloudwater on cask. My first ever trip to Boston Manor Underground Station. I clearly hadn’t lived until… Continue reading WOEFUL TRIVIAL PURSUIT SPURS AT THE DODO
MICROS ON THE BRUMMIE KNOWLE
First of all, this is what happens when your son comes back from Sheffield Uni and nicks your internet capacity to play his incomprehensible computer games (Not FIFA 94); I’m on best behaviour with this post, as Knowle in firmly in BeerMat territory, in posh Solihull in fact. It’s very east Cheshire, which you can… Continue reading MICROS ON THE BRUMMIE KNOWLE
THE LITTLE GREEN DRAGON ON FIRE
No posts yesterday as I was taking delivery of the bumper Christmas edition of Ullage (or Inflammable Material as SLF would have it) from Newbury Tim. In Hammersmith. Everyone needs an excuse for falling behind on their blog. The next stop was my last tick in North London, and one of the best micro… Continue reading THE LITTLE GREEN DRAGON ON FIRE
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