“Hell, hell is for children” sang Pat Benatar, who’d clearly not seen what the residents of Boscombe have to live with. From the Firkin I walked down past the station to the coast (exciting evidence below). You pass one of every chain pub on the walk down Bath Road; passing, oh, zero Beer Guide… Continue reading “SPEAK TO YOUR BEAR HANDLER”
Tag: Micro Pubs
BIZARRE BOURNEMOUTH
Another dull walk through the northern suburbs of Bournemouth to another dull micro pub with dull folk talking about other dull micro pubs, then. Er, no. The Firkin Shed, tucked between station and Dean Court Nou, is a bit overkill (almost literally), a bit like the Post Office place in Warwick or the Fez or… Continue reading BIZARRE BOURNEMOUTH
DOGS & UNRULY BEARDS WELCOME
Still in the hitherto unexplored suburbs of Bournemouth, still bringing you one pub at a time as I wait for the laptop to be repaired. I hope all those Bass mirrors don’t count as porn. Loads of pubs in Bournemouth “proper”, a spectacular zero in the Beer Guide, as all the micros head to the… Continue reading DOGS & UNRULY BEARDS WELCOME
A LITTLE BIT OF WINTON THAT IS FOREVER VANCOUVER
The really exciting bit of Dorset Dawdle now. Winton. Even with AFC Bournemouth enjoying glamour ties against Burnley and Huddersfield, I bet few of you could place Winton on the Navigator. I took the scenic route from Branksome, following your actual Bourne as it evaded some of the dullest housing outside of Watford. The smell… Continue reading A LITTLE BIT OF WINTON THAT IS FOREVER VANCOUVER
PARKESTONE’S CATS IN THE CHINESE
Next stop, that odd suburban area between Poole and Bournemouth that only GBG tickers ever visit. Or people alarmed that the nearest stop-off point calls itself a train station on Google maps. Mudgie and Tom will explode. No-one else gets off at Branksome, which won’t surprise you if you visit. Rather like Bexley, Upper Parkestone… Continue reading PARKESTONE’S CATS IN THE CHINESE
POOLE – MORE STEVE CLARIDGE THAN CLARIDGE’S
You may like to know that since getting back from my fest I’ve done 12 (twelve) loads of washing, mostly Matt’s hardcore band T-shirts, and spent 3 hours reading BRAPA to see what I can nick. Which is more time than I spend writing my own rubbish. Up to my most recent ticking trip now,… Continue reading POOLE – MORE STEVE CLARIDGE THAN CLARIDGE’S
WELL, WELL, WELLS
I see that Whitby has won Mudgie’s poll of England’s most beautiful towns, edging out Shrewsbury, Stamford and Coalville. I can only assume that most of you don’t actually travel very widely. Wells scored well, which surprised me a bit as it left no real impression on a couple of visits over the years, rather… Continue reading WELL, WELL, WELLS
EARLY DOORS IN SKIPTON, CAPITAL OF LACINGS
Two days at home then off to the Dales with a night in Skipton, cruelly (?) overlooked in Mudgie’s “Beautiful Town” Vote. I see this morning that Skipton isn’t exactly endearing itself to Pub Curmudgeon. Come friendly asteroid… https://t.co/oiWaegVi1f — Pub Curmudgeon 🍻 (@oldmudgie) August 21, 2018 Now, firstly I would say this comparison with… Continue reading EARLY DOORS IN SKIPTON, CAPITAL OF LACINGS
HELLO CHUMS
Next up, a Bristol micro. Yes, another one. Micros aren’t just for run down seaside towns, you know. Chums is in the heart of gentrified Redland, Bristol’s Gwydir Street . Stockport has no equivalent, though “Where The Light Gets In” may be the equivalent of Redland’s famed “hunter gatherer” restaurant Wilsons. I love this area;… Continue reading HELLO CHUMS
COLEFORD – WORKING WITH FIRE & STEEL. AND LUCOZADE.
First Lydney, now Coleford. More towns about which I could have told you nothing a week ago, beyond the fact that BRAPA hadn’t yet upset the locals and they didn’t have a Wetherspoons. On my fourth trip down the M50 this summer, I at least had the joy of a journey down the west… Continue reading COLEFORD – WORKING WITH FIRE & STEEL. AND LUCOZADE.
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