March 2024. Newport. Salop. A last pub of the night in Newport. There’s more than 3 here, but 3 seemed plenty as we’re approaching middle age. “My pub is virtually next door” I called to Mrs RM, which was a bit of a lie as it was 200 yards and it wasn’t the Shakespeare even… Continue reading WINNING THE CASK LOTTERY AT THE SECOND ATTEMPT
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bod AGAIN
March 2024. Newport (Shropshire). The rain abated, we made a dash for tea and a tick; Disappointingly, Newport (Salop) only has one “tourist attraction” and it doesn’t open till Friday. So no chance of a cheeky watch battery, porcelain duck or artisan cheese. Last time here, and it was 7 years ago, I described Newport… Continue reading bod AGAIN
ANY (NEW)PORT (PUB) IN A STORM
March 2024. Newport (Shropshire). Oooh, look how close I got to a emotional return to High Offley’s Anchor. Actually, I’d like to go with BRAPA; he should make it his last Guide tick, 7pm on a freezing Thursday in February. We could conceivably have parked a mile or so from the Anchor, but it was… Continue reading ANY (NEW)PORT (PUB) IN A STORM
FOUND IT !
Back into town on the Number 28, with me feeling slightly guilty about taking it all the way back to the Newport bus station, would my sins catch up with me ?, till I realises the £4.40 bought one of those Day Riders. I should have taken a ride out to the Transporter Bridge; still… Continue reading FOUND IT !
ON THE (NEWPORT) BUSES
The last night of January’s Great Welsh Tickathon started at the Ibis (stylised ibis) budget in Newport. Highly recommended, particularly now they’ve added a kettle to the rooms. Tell them I sent you. For your £34 you get a bloke who advises you to not make a chicken run across the M4, but rather start… Continue reading ON THE (NEWPORT) BUSES
NAMING THE ’66 WORLD CUP WINNERS IN NEWPORT
Too many photos to stick in one post, and almost too much to report from the double decker pub trip from Freshwater to Newport. All I’ll say is, make sure you grab a seat toward the back of the top deck.if you ever catch the school bus on Wight. Teenagers told tales of mixing a… Continue reading NAMING THE ’66 WORLD CUP WINNERS IN NEWPORT
MAINDEE – £1.49 PINTS AND CHICKEN MAN
Does it ever end ? This report on Wales, I mean, not EVERYTHING (that’s later). The bus from Caerleon dropped me off in a sodden Newport at 3.30pm, and I suddenly felt wiped out. Dunno why, it’s not as if I ever do anything. So, with apologies to Mr Murenger, I saved your pub for… Continue reading MAINDEE – £1.49 PINTS AND CHICKEN MAN
JUST MISSED FREE BEER IN CAERLEON
These Welsh posts write themselves, don’t they ? Back to Saturday afternoon. The bus timetables not being co-ordinated to meet the needs or pub tickers, I had 40 minutes to explore Newport indoor market before setting off for Caerleon. It’s quaint, but a bit lacking in the cheese department. A bit like Caerleon. Actually, plenty… Continue reading JUST MISSED FREE BEER IN CAERLEON
NEWPORT’S BIGGER REBEL
It’s quite useful having a search engine on this site, not that any of you seem capable of using it. I can tell you that my trip to Newport recently was my sixth in two years, which is actually enough to guarantee me a Welsh passport after 29 March. This time, I spread my custom… Continue reading NEWPORT’S BIGGER REBEL
NOW, EVEN NEWPORT GOES MICRO MAD
Back at the terrifying underpass at Newport Station at 7pm, I had a few choices after checking in at the Spoons. Train to Cardiff to join a crowd of 7 million celebrating the TdF with Brains in a plastic cup. Go to bed, listen to Brexit debate over a Chinese takeaway. As 2), but find… Continue reading NOW, EVEN NEWPORT GOES MICRO MAD
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