Tag: Proper Pub

MEAT RAFFLE, 10 PINTS OF FOSTERS, BABIES AND OLD BOYS, A STONE ROSES OBSESSION. LYDD’S FIRST GBG ENTRY WANTS TO BE ADORED

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November 2025. Lydd. Kent. What’s that bit of land a few miles east of Romney Marsh ? “Boulogne” something something ? A small Channel Island presumably. Probably sells Butcombe, must investigate*. Just as I got to investigate Lydd (pop. 6,567) on Saturday, as it (remarkably) makes the Beer Guide for the first ever, and now… Continue reading MEAT RAFFLE, 10 PINTS OF FOSTERS, BABIES AND OLD BOYS, A STONE ROSES OBSESSION. LYDD’S FIRST GBG ENTRY WANTS TO BE ADORED

MORE “PROPER” ONE PUMP PUBS IN THE GBG. THE MASONS ARMS, NORTHALLERTON

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July 2025. Northallerton. It’s 11:26. The door to the Mason’s Arms is about to open, bang on time, a few minutes early even. I like an 11:30 opener. An early start, but not so early you think you might look like a drunk. That’s what Spoons are for. Northallerton feels like a town of pottery,… Continue reading MORE “PROPER” ONE PUMP PUBS IN THE GBG. THE MASONS ARMS, NORTHALLERTON

RETIRED MARTIN’S BIG GOOLE BIRTHDAY

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22 December 2023. Beal, nr Goole. Thanks for all your birthday wishes, I really appreciate the love for Retired Martin Day. Mrs RM spared all expense, adapting a card for her nan that been sitting in a draw for 12 years; And of course Stockport’s own Phil Foden has just capped off the night by… Continue reading RETIRED MARTIN’S BIG GOOLE BIRTHDAY

Commandeering the jukebox in the 3 Lions, Godalming

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Today’s post comes to you courtesy of the Museum, a (now) Butcombe pub in Cranborne Chase. Look very closely at the little jars below; they’ll become relevant when I get to my reports from End of the Road. The Museum one of the poshest pubs ever to grace the GBG. My next pub isn’t posh,… Continue reading Commandeering the jukebox in the 3 Lions, Godalming

FALLING BACK IN LOVE WITH MILD, AND ASHTON-UNDER-LYNE

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15th April 2023. Yes, a fortnight behind with the blog. And it’ll only get worse as I report back blow-by-blow on the CAMRA AGM in Sheffield last week, paper clip debates and all. Two weeks ago I was dreading a trip to Manchester a day after the Big Brum Booze-up, but I felt fine after… Continue reading FALLING BACK IN LOVE WITH MILD, AND ASHTON-UNDER-LYNE

“I can’t understand why Stranraer lie so lowly”

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And finally, we arrive at the highlight of my short Southern Scottish saunter. NO-ONE had given me a good word about Stranraer, so you’ll know how Maidenhead feels now after Mrs RM and I dissed it. But, like Peterlee and Peterhead and Peterborough (there’s a theme here) that negativity only made me want to visit… Continue reading “I can’t understand why Stranraer lie so lowly”