Still on Friday night 11 days ago, shamefully, and a rickety train trip (£5 return) from Fareham to one of England’s lesser-known islands. Well, I didn’t know Portsmouth was an island till 2014, and I’ve been there 2 dozen times. The train passes Fratton, where Portsmouth and Lincoln City are debating the finer points of… Continue reading PORTSMOUTH, YOU SEXY M.F.
Tag: Proper pubs
HELENSBURGH CHARITY BOX PORN
There’s great pub life in Scotland, but it might sometimes seem the Beer Guide alternates Wetherspoons and Brewery Taps, so The Ashton, like the Speedwell or the Phoenix, is a rare joy of a cask boozer. The Tand likes this place, and he’s always right. You can trust a place with a proper entrance, too.… Continue reading HELENSBURGH CHARITY BOX PORN
“B” FOR BURTON, BURTON FOR BASS
I left Mrs RM to return to RM Towers, and headed on the 14:00 via Derby (split ticket saves about 3 pints of Bass) to Burton. You remember Burton, don’t you ? Blimey, it had been four years since my last visit, and now there were TWO (2) new GBG entries, though as I’d have… Continue reading “B” FOR BURTON, BURTON FOR BASS
“Would You Like Me To Tie Your Shoelaces Up For You ?”
Last Thursday I still had no Beer Guide, but I did know some of the entries because a nice chap (let’s call him Teddie Misthut to preserve his anonymity) had told me and copied a few pages on the Dark Web. Most strikingly, we have a new entry in east Sheffield. Who even knew Sheffield… Continue reading “Would You Like Me To Tie Your Shoelaces Up For You ?”
THE BEST TETLEY SINCE IT LEFT LEEDS
Much controversy in the wake of that last post as I described our journey to my North Yorkshire GBG straggler in Sutton-in-Craven. Yes, we’d stopped in West Yorkshire for a loo stop that turned into an advisable pint in the Wuthering Heights that preceded a walk to the Bronte waterfalls. We had the circular route… Continue reading THE BEST TETLEY SINCE IT LEFT LEEDS
IT WAS SO COMFY I DIDN’T WANT TO LEAVE
Our Great Northern Campervan Tickathon heads for the coast now, with Mrs RM trying to play Don McLean but ending up with Don Maclean. We nipped into the Lakes proper, but you’ll have to wait till I get the laptop back for that. Instead we head to Cockermouth where Mrs RM failed to find clothes,… Continue reading IT WAS SO COMFY I DIDN’T WANT TO LEAVE
MAD DOGS AND ENGLISHMEN…
At last, the Merseyside micros end (good though they were) and you get a Proper Pub. A minor classic too, the Plasterers Arms in Hoylake the sort of place to restore your faith in suburban midweek drinking. Tucked in the back streets, minutes from the beach, I thought for a second I might not get… Continue reading MAD DOGS AND ENGLISHMEN…
ROYDON RUMBLES INTO THE GBG
Blimey. A month after I contemplated a first visit to Hoddesdon for the first time in a quarter century (football rather than pubs), the Beer Guide sends me there. Well, Roydon, which is on the edge, in some senses. Some lovely villages between the “challenging” towns of Hoddy and Harlow, with Roydon having the bonus… Continue reading ROYDON RUMBLES INTO THE GBG
NO FAKES IN GUNNISLAKE
There’s a lot of misery about, isn’t there ? Not at the Rising Sun in Gunnislake, there isn’t. One of SEVEN Cornish ticks for me on this trip, just an unspoilt boozer in the tradition of Cwmbran’s Bush or the Brown Bear in Braughing. Views from the hillside Gents (and Ladies) were a bit more… Continue reading NO FAKES IN GUNNISLAKE
MRS RM FINALLY VISITS THE JOLLY ANGLER
You left us in the car park of Ashton-under-Lyne IKEA, my dreams of a night in Fierce, Cask Ancoats and the Hare and Hounds in tatters. By the time Mrs RM had freshened up at the Ikea Budget it was flippin’ 8.30pm. Only an hour and a half to cross Great Ancoats Street, check in… Continue reading MRS RM FINALLY VISITS THE JOLLY ANGLER
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