December 2023. Bexleyheath. Note ultra-rare photo of Mrs RM sitting patiently waiting for her pint, NOT scrolling on her phone. Frame that one. My father-in-law was moved from Tunbridge Wells Hospital to Sevenoaks, a cruel and unusual punishment for an 85 year old man I thought, but it made our visit to his rehab ward… Continue reading THE LONG HAUL TO BEXLEYHEATH
Tag: South-east London
CLIMBING UP ON DENMARK HILL
July 2023. Denmark Hill, South-East London. If he’s not whining about pub opening hours, it’s geography. What and where is Denmark Hill ? Wiki says Camberwell, in the borough of Southwark; but where’s Denmark Hill itself. I’ll never know. I made an early trip there on Tuesday morning as my father-in-law had a hastily arranged… Continue reading CLIMBING UP ON DENMARK HILL
CAVING IN TO CHISLEHURST CHARMS
June 2023. Chislehurst. For mysterious reasons, we parked our campervan at Dunton Green railway station and took the train into Chislehurst, just as half of the commuter world was heading in the opposite direction. One of the highlights of the 2023 Guide (not that I’m doing it) was a return to Chislehurst, a place I… Continue reading CAVING IN TO CHISLEHURST CHARMS
RAKING OVER MRS RM’S DAY
Only one more post before I get to tell you about the CAMRA AGM and how Stafford Paul and I defeated the “broccoli amendment” (long story). First, my emotional reunion with Mrs RM, after my exhausting day ticking in Surrey and her more leisurely exertions fixing IT in New Cross. In order to get back… Continue reading RAKING OVER MRS RM’S DAY
JULIA JACKLIN v SILENT PLANET THROUGH THE ROTHERHITHE TUNNEL
On the Tuesday night I had a return trip to South London for Julia Jacklin‘s premiere of her magical new record near London Bridge, a handy place from which to finish off the London GBG entries. But life has other plans. Or in this case, Matt, who was desperate to see Silent Planet, the best… Continue reading JULIA JACKLIN v SILENT PLANET THROUGH THE ROTHERHITHE TUNNEL
NODDY MAKES A RETURN VISIT TO THE SHORTLANDS TAVERN
Really into short post territory now (unlike BRAPA), with a return visit to the Shortlands Tavern while I wait for the train to trundle up from Bromley South. I had 14 minutes. Less the three minutes I’d need to admire the hidden beauty of Shortlands Station. Shortlands feels like the suburb of Bromley it is,… Continue reading NODDY MAKES A RETURN VISIT TO THE SHORTLANDS TAVERN
BROMLEY GOES TASTER-MAD
On to one of the real tourist honeypots that the Guide brings you kicking and screaming to, in this case on a slow train from Denmark Hill. “Welcome to Bromley” screams the sign welcoming tourists, probably. This is the place that South-east London and West Kent shoppers used to travel to in the decades before… Continue reading BROMLEY GOES TASTER-MAD
THE ONLY LIVING PUB TICKER IN NEW CROSS
You left me on the foot of the Isle of Dogs, you sods, contemplating getting back to the comforts of Kings Cross station (Parcel Yard, Ho Ho Noodles and all) or walking the half hour to my first South-East London tick of the Guide year. What would you have done ? I checked the rules… Continue reading THE ONLY LIVING PUB TICKER IN NEW CROSS
TOWER OF LONDON
It’s a well-known fact that Americans only like 3 types of music; Pure Prairie League, Dylan, and early ’80s post-punk. Mark Crilley will get the title reference. We headed for Tower Bridge aimlessly, debating whether Robert P. McCulloch would have been better buying the Royal Oak to rebuild under the (ahem) Arizona Sky than the… Continue reading TOWER OF LONDON
SE1. MOOR BEER. THEN MORE.
I’d have been quite happy to stay in the Royal Oak forever, but I’m always conscious of my role as an ambassador for “Weird England” in showing visitors the joys outside the tourist route. “We’re in your hands” said Dave, worryingly. so we took them to Bermondsey. to see some railway arches. Our route takes… Continue reading SE1. MOOR BEER. THEN MORE.
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