You left me in Wellingborough, you sods, contemplating my fate in a second new Guide pub in an otherwise unremarkable Midlands town (don’t start arguing with me, it’s Midlands). Would it be another 10 pump ale shrine like the Coach & Horses so beloved of Alan Winfield, a brewery tap selling undrinkable beers from a… Continue reading WELLINGBOROUGH WOBBLING
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BeerMat, who knows these things, tells us that Pfeffel has been in Coalville this week. We don’t know whether he found time for a Doom Bar in the Monkey Walk or a Pedi in the home of the UK’s most infamous golliwog. Legally, I should leave LE67 to BeerMat., who has exclusive rights to sell… Continue reading LE67
CHELMSFORD – SWEARING ON THE WID
17th February 2020 WARNING : ESSEX On Monday night I met up with friends on the edge of Chelmsford, which hasn’t graced this blog since 2016, amazingly. With a couple of hours to kill I had time to do the county town justice. No-one told me it was now a city. One of Nick Clegg’s… Continue reading CHELMSFORD – SWEARING ON THE WID
STAGGERING COINCIDENCES IN STOURBRIDGE
30th January 2020 A couple of days in lovely Wolverhampton to finish the West Midlands GBG. A quieter year for WM with less new micros, but I won’t gloat. Tonight’s budget (well, £33) accommodation comes courtesy of Barons Court, which is a bit of a national treasure. Still takes forever to get down to Stourbridge,… Continue reading STAGGERING COINCIDENCES IN STOURBRIDGE
GOODNIGHT, RAMSGATE – MIXING RHUBARB CIDER WITH SHIPYARD IPA
12th/13th January 2020 Today’s cover star is Crystal, seen enjoying Ramsgate hospitality the night before her trip back to the States with Nick. After Arthur Brown and rhubarb cider we took a head-clearing stroll along the bay back to our digs. (Harold House, £32). No, I hadn’t had tea yet. And I’d just spent three… Continue reading GOODNIGHT, RAMSGATE – MIXING RHUBARB CIDER WITH SHIPYARD IPA
BUXTON BEGINS WITH BLACK PUDDING & BASS
Wednesday began with a typically healthy Dereham breakfast. Black pudding and white pudding from Bathgate, apparently. Charles knows how to live (B&B from £75pppn). With no comfort breaks or flat whites we drove straight to Buxton. The slog through Lincolnshire but the A617 really is the cruellest road. I gave Charles an unintended detour south… Continue reading BUXTON BEGINS WITH BLACK PUDDING & BASS
