The one certainty about Portsmouth is that you’ll never run out of blog material. My one main criticism of the Government response to Covid was the lack of concern for pub bloggers, condemned to 4 months of writing about ’60s football programmes. But I have a mountain of new material now. The residential streets in… Continue reading SOUTHSEA DOES THE CONTINENTAL
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SOUTHSEA HUNTER GATHERERS
I was relieved to get back to Pompey; foreign travel is all well and good but I clearly haven’t got the stomach for it. Back at Southsea Common I stocked up on proper French apples at the lovely greengrocer on Clarence Esplanade, and admired the Queen’s. Stately Edwardian, looking a bit like a Salford Holt… Continue reading SOUTHSEA HUNTER GATHERERS
PROPER POMPEY LANDLORD
You left me in Southsea at the Auckland, having just visited a non-GBG pub in error. As Costello sang, “It was a brilliant mistake“. So I walked the ten yards round the corner to the Apsley, a different but equally cosy looking local. I suspect some of you are ahead of me here. Yes, it… Continue reading PROPER POMPEY LANDLORD
NO BURSTING THE SOUTHSEA BUBBLE
Back to Pompey, or more properly Southsea, one of the great pubbing areas in the world, along with Stockport, Bewdley and the Amber Valley. Oddly, Portsmouth itself is looking like a GBG desert, as this extract from the GBG App shows. Yes, Southsea must have one of the highest concentrations of GBG pubs per head… Continue reading NO BURSTING THE SOUTHSEA BUBBLE
THE POMPEY PLUM PORTER MIRACLE
“It’s coming home, it’s coming. Football’s coming home” screamed the bare chested Pompey fans as I left the Fawcett Arms tonight, armed with huge Chinese meal for one from the Golden Horse and sixteen aspirin. Any sensible person would have popped in the Beer Guide pub (Lawrence Arms) or recent GBG entry while waiting for… Continue reading THE POMPEY PLUM PORTER MIRACLE
STEPPIN’ OUT IN PORTSMOUTH
There’s no shortage of obvious headlines for a trip to Pompey in November; half an hour spent in Fratton’s Spoons provided no end of witticisms, most unrepeatable. Always safest to use the tried-and-tested Joe Jackson one. Wetherspoons seem to fall into two camps now. OAP and family dining (e.g. St Neots), and male dominated cheap… Continue reading STEPPIN’ OUT IN PORTSMOUTH
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