“I’VE BEEN THROUGH THE PUB DESERT FOR A CAT WITH NO NAME”

First rule of blogging. Stick a pub cat in there somewhere. Even if the Landlord can’t be bothered to name it. Simon and I called him Mudgie. Or Madgie if it was a girl, I didn’t look/ask. Pub 3 was the Duke’s Arms in Burton Latimer. My top readers, i.e. the Americans, will remember this… Continue reading “I’VE BEEN THROUGH THE PUB DESERT FOR A CAT WITH NO NAME”

HEY HO, LET’S GO. TO HEYFORD

  Another “Last GBG Pub In The County” for you, and more evidence that Northamptonshire is an underrated pubby gem (don’t argue, I’ll fight ya). Even more so than, say, Dorset or Gwent, Northants throws up villages seemingly untouched by progress, reflected in the pubs.  Last year we had the magical Three Horseshoes in Ecton,… Continue reading HEY HO, LET’S GO. TO HEYFORD

“A LITTLE PEACE” ON PUNKY MONDAY IN BURTON LATIMER

I think I forgot to tell you that our trip to North America was scuppered by the collapse of Primera Air, so I’ll never know how jaywalking in New York compares to Duisburg. But every cloud, etc. etc. In fact, this Saturday I’ll be meeting Mr Project Calypso himself, and have the honour of driving… Continue reading “A LITTLE PEACE” ON PUNKY MONDAY IN BURTON LATIMER

ANNOYING THE BLACK PRINCE WITH “FIRESTARTER”

Via the Norton spare shop, our Beer & Pubs Forum headed onwards and sidewards to the Black Prince, sister pub to the Olde England. You may be able to tell the familial resemblance, though the Gents owed more to the Combermere. It’s a bit closer to town, on Northampton‘s equivalent of Cambridge’s Mill Road, and… Continue reading ANNOYING THE BLACK PRINCE WITH “FIRESTARTER”