April 2024. Harpenden. Unless Borehamwood has come up in the world since my last visit (2001) I can safely say Harpenden is the poshest town in Hertfordshire. And that’s despite a less than glamorous underpass at the station. The number of bistros and Thai restaurants is a good indicator of prosperity, and although the pubs… Continue reading “Excuse him, he’s from The North”. SUNDAY NIGHT IN THE CROSS KEYS, HARPENDEN
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“Go in….you know you want to !”
April 2024. Harpenden. A Big Night Out in Harpenden, flush with the pride of saving at least £100 on Sunday night’s accommodation by sleeping in a campervan with a portable loo. And three (3) GBG ticks in the bag by six, quite a good effort for me since completing the Guide and losing that Fierce… Continue reading “Go in….you know you want to !”
HITCHIN HERTS MY EARS (Queens Of The Stone Age’s fault)
October 2023. Hitchin, Herts. Yes, finally into October, and an immediate return to the new GBG for an unexpected entry in That Hitchin. We were married in Willian, lived in Letchworth and Hitchin for a decade, endured (well, Mrs RM did) the birth of James at Stevenage Hospital and I’m sure, sure, I visited ALL… Continue reading HITCHIN HERTS MY EARS (Queens Of The Stone Age’s fault)
A BOLT INTO THE BULL AT BERKHAMSTED
I’m sure you think us pub tickers are all the best of mates, perhaps living in a big communal house in Maltby and sharing lifts and mascots. Not at all. I dispute the questionable ticks of my fellow Pub Men (keg is NOT a tick) and grimace when I read of BRAPA beating me to… Continue reading A BOLT INTO THE BULL AT BERKHAMSTED
FAKE CIDER HAND PUMPS TO KEEP THE DOOR CLOSED
Driving BRAPA around is a bit like rubbernecking, waiting for the pints to kick in around the 3rd or 4th pub. Of course, you’d never see me in a state like that. But he’s always so polite and cheery, at least until the micro pub decides to take the month off and not tell anyone.… Continue reading FAKE CIDER HAND PUMPS TO KEEP THE DOOR CLOSED
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