I shall press on, avoiding the terms “Good Beer Guide” and “GBG21” as much as possible, and wake up to the sound of the CAMRA police knocking on my door at 4am* to strip me of my privilege. The new GBG will be full of micropubs, I bet ya, and I’d been warned about advised… Continue reading POSH, NOT POSH
Tag: Peterborough
A YES ! TO YAXLEY
I need to be careful what I tell you until the Guide comes out next Thursday, but it’s no embargo breaker to say that the Farmer’s Arms in Yaxley probably WON’T be in there. Despite putting this full colour, full page advert in the local CAMRA magazine every edition this century, it has NEVER made… Continue reading A YES ! TO YAXLEY
GOING BELOW SEA LEVEL
I’m bored of these BRAPA posts now, so here’s the big run-in, from Coates to Glatton. I doubt many folk have heard of these places. Even in Peterborough CAMRA. All I remembered about the Vine was that I didn’t remember it at all. This is the Before.. And this is what we saw. Had I… Continue reading GOING BELOW SEA LEVEL
BRAPA AT HIS WHITS-END IN THE FENS
Look at his face ! Yes, here’s our hero, as happy as Frannie Lee c.1975 and he’d only done one pub, the inevitable Whittlesey Spoons. Just imagine what he’ll be like by Ramsey. I woke in Chesterfield, had the traditional bacon and scrambled egg with maple syrup wrap for breakfast at the Flags, and by… Continue reading BRAPA AT HIS WHITS-END IN THE FENS
GEMMA WAS WRONG
It was a long, drab walk out from Peterborough Station to Werrington and (oddly) a long walk back, so I merited a second beer. BRAPA had been here a week ago, so I consulted our Pub oracle for advice; I decided to give it a go. Excitingly, the Cock wasn’t shown as open on… Continue reading GEMMA WAS WRONG
FROTHBLOWERS
Apart from the fourteen days spent waiting for Mrs RM to give birth to our son James in 1999 (NHS waiting lists), I reckon the last two weeks waiting for the new Beer Guide has been the worst fortnight of my life*. I’m reduced to scrabbling around for certain pre-emptives, like the Frothblowers in… Continue reading FROTHBLOWERS
A POSH SAM SMITH’S
A bit of late night pub porn for those of you who will never know the joy of a pint of malty bitter for two pounds sterling. That’s you, Maidenhead. Rather surprisingly, that pint comes from the posh suburbs of Peterborough. The Botolph Arms is on the edge of the Ortons, the bit of Peterborough… Continue reading A POSH SAM SMITH’S
CHEER UP BARRY FRY
As mentioned already, I’m spending more time than strictly advisable in Peterborough at the moment, due to Mrs RM’s foreign excursions up the east coast starting at the nation’s favourite railway station. On my recent visit to the Abbey Stadium, Cambridge fans were still singing that immortal ditty; “Cheer up Barry Fry Oh what can… Continue reading CHEER UP BARRY FRY
KEYKEG GOES POSH
I promised you reports from Peterborough, but I never promised you they would all feature “the epitome of the brewers’ craft“, or whatever the CAMRA splinter group will be called. If Craft can flower in Peterborough it can probably flower anywhere. Except Grimsby. I went looking for Craft in the Wortley Almshouses. Sadly, this… Continue reading KEYKEG GOES POSH
FLAT DOOM BAR IN PETERBOROUGH
What times we live in ! Mrs RM has ditched the plane for the train, so I get to escort her up to Peterborough while her contract in Melrose lasts. I’m very excited. There might even be a pre-emptive tick to alert Simon to before he starts Cambridgeshire, or at the very least some unexpected… Continue reading FLAT DOOM BAR IN PETERBOROUGH
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