EIGHT MILLION STORIES, EIGHT PUBS TO TICK, LET’S LICK WICK

So many songs with eight (8) in the title, and I choose A Tribe Called Quest. Yes, it’s started. Yesterday saw a nine hour journey from the Chung Hwa to a four poster bed in Kingussie accessed by a secret code, a journey beset with disasters such as a detour through Grantham, flooded motorway in… Continue reading EIGHT MILLION STORIES, EIGHT PUBS TO TICK, LET’S LICK WICK

TEN YEARS AFTER, TEN TICKS TO GO. A PAUSE IN PITLOCHRY

A little pause on the blog of late due to “life events” and “irregular WiFi”, neither of which are Kangaroo Air Force Ventilator covers. Due to those “life events” I’m NOT in Orkney tomorrow, but a week ago I was in northern Scotland reducing my GBG pubs required down to a round ten. I think… Continue reading TEN YEARS AFTER, TEN TICKS TO GO. A PAUSE IN PITLOCHRY

A DOZEN (GBG) ROSES & A SIX-PACK (OF IPA) – THE TICKING OF STRATHCARRON

With the ticking of the Strathcarron Hotel my GBG requirements fell to twelve. I thought there’d be LOADS of songs with twelve in them, but Cole Swindell was the obvious choice. Dave “US Dave” Southworth tells me Cole is “the new Dylan“*, but I reckon his musical collaborator Shy Carter is the a superior capturer… Continue reading A DOZEN (GBG) ROSES & A SIX-PACK (OF IPA) – THE TICKING OF STRATHCARRON

GLENROTHES REVISITED, WITH SURPRISING RESULTS

Until last month, Glenrothes was, perhaps, best known for the Retired Martin blog post from a GBG Brewer’s Fayre serving only an undrinkable Doom Bar. “But ALL Doom Bar is undrinkable, surely ?” writes a luddite on Discourse. Oh, and its proximity to the historic town of Raith, home to Kirkcaldy Rovers. But time, and… Continue reading GLENROTHES REVISITED, WITH SURPRISING RESULTS