9th March 2020 National Bass Day coming up on 11 April; I’ve no doubt you’ve all got your orders in to Samlesbury already. Upset a CAMRA, support Draught Bass. In the Turks Head I had a lively conversation about Bass and Pedi with a lovely bloke who assured me the Imperial always had it on.… Continue reading THE ONLY BASS IN GLOUCESTER
Tag: Proper pubs
ANDOVER – PIGS IN BLANKETS
Yes, this morning I thought you probably needed a picture of oversized ladies underwear in Andover market. Probably a metaphor for something. To prove this blog isn’t computer generated, here’s the result from the Andover etc parliamentary elections overnight. Tells you all you need to know. I arrived in town on Saturday to be pounced… Continue reading ANDOVER – PIGS IN BLANKETS
SHIFNAL AND I, IN THE WHEATSHEAF
Thanks to Ethelred for the title; the usual pint of Doom Bar winging its way to you as soon as they start canning it as a craft beer. Well, my attempts to speed up Shifnal are going about as fast as the town itself. Not very. Pub 4 was the Wheatsheaf. Pubs called the Wheatsheaf… Continue reading SHIFNAL AND I, IN THE WHEATSHEAF
THE WEAVERS – NO STRATHAVEN FOR HALLOWEEN HATERS
No, that’s not BRAPA after a third pint of barley wine tonight. This is the sight we’ve all faced in pubs since the middle of October, uniform Halloween tat, to be replaced by Christmas tat next week (if not already). As you’ll know, I don’t believe in celebrating anything, bar my own birthday (22 December… Continue reading THE WEAVERS – NO STRATHAVEN FOR HALLOWEEN HATERS
ME AND THE FARMERS
OK, I’m not sure if they were all actual farmers, but it’s a better title than “Remote boozer that wasn’t actually in Llangoedmor near Cardigan“. In Llangoedmor, says the Good Beer Guide. With no WiFi, I knocked on all 373 houses in the village asking if they were hiding the Penllwyndu, a tactic that might… Continue reading ME AND THE FARMERS
“DO YOU WANT TO BUY A PUB ?”
Yep, still in West Wales. In fact, by the time I finish writing up this May trip I’ll probably be back there with Duncan. Finally some great beer, the sort that makes you turn to Mrs RM (if she’d been there) and say “Try this, Mrs RM. THIS is the pinnacle of the brewer’s… Continue reading “DO YOU WANT TO BUY A PUB ?”
THE PICK OF PICKERING
Yes, I know the Sun is a cracker too, but I need that blog title. And you know how much Mr Coldwell loves pics of Tetley Bitter. Pickering hasn’t wowed me on a trio of visits, seeming like a waiting for room for the cemetery Steam Railway to Heartbeat country. A dreadful Guest House 20-odd… Continue reading THE PICK OF PICKERING
“£2 A PINT. ALL DAY, EVERY DAY”
How I wish I could find something to rhyme with Oswestry. BRAPA will make up a word that translate into Welsh as something rude. I was here a year ago, rediscovering a town on the rise and proclaiming the Bailey Head one of the pubs of the year. It takes great self-control to avoid a… Continue reading “£2 A PINT. ALL DAY, EVERY DAY”
CHESTERFIELD – CROOKED SPIRE, HONEST PUBS
For those of you wondering when you’ll get the chance to read what really happened to BRAPA in the Fens, I’ll be there by tomorrow. First, a foray into northern Derbyshire, one of our most reliably pubby areas. By sheer good luck, my guest house was ideally placed for the new newbies in and around… Continue reading CHESTERFIELD – CROOKED SPIRE, HONEST PUBS
“GET THE RUBY IN FIRST, EH !” LANGWORTHY LEGEND
And, in the end, it all came down to Langworthy, an exciting trip over the M602 at 10pm. A year ago today I was at the Grand Canyon, and it can’t match this view. For fans of great street names (see also: Whitwick), here’s My Street. It could be yours, too. I’m heading for the… Continue reading “GET THE RUBY IN FIRST, EH !” LANGWORTHY LEGEND
