February 2025. York. Monday morning in York. Almond croissant – tick. Big church – tick. Shop selling relics of famed War of the Roses protagonist Oliver Bonas, No, give that a miss. Mrs RM, having decided the queue in the Minster too long, needed a comfort break, and I reckoned the (original, Stonegate) House of… Continue reading VAN DE GRAAF GENERATOR IN YORK’S HOUSE OF THE TREMBLING MADNESS
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THE HOLY TRINITY IN THE THREE BULLS HEADS
October 2023. Newcastle-upon-Tyne. Here’s a little map showing you the pubs I’d been to on that epic Saturday night in Newcastle. You can walk it in a mere 6:11, so it’s a good job the Tyne & Wear metro is such a joy. But I left the metro behind at the Free Trade, inspired by… Continue reading THE HOLY TRINITY IN THE THREE BULLS HEADS
THE PROBLEM WITH BEING A GBG COMPLETIST IS THAT YOU HAVE TO GO IN THE LINCOLN STONEGATE PUB
You left me in the Strugglers where a chap on his x-th pub had plonked down next to me to discuss, apropos of nothing, Sigmund Freud. A dog dived into the intellectual’s bag (“He’s after my fricadella“); I feared for my plum bread and made a move. Suddenly, Lincoln made perfect sense, but I was… Continue reading THE PROBLEM WITH BEING A GBG COMPLETIST IS THAT YOU HAVE TO GO IN THE LINCOLN STONEGATE PUB
THE SINGULAR CHARM OF LEIGH, MANCHESTER
I took James for his second Covid vaccination this morning; he could have walked the mile to the west of Sheffield but he seemed particularly keen to be back in time for work. Such dedication to a job, particularly one done entirely from home, is surely to be commended, and contrasts sharply from my own… Continue reading THE SINGULAR CHARM OF LEIGH, MANCHESTER
“WE’RE THE WALTONS, WE’RE THE WALTONS OF SWING”
2nd February 2020 Now Walton gets interesting, a bit like The Waltons gets interesting when John-Boy joins CAMRA in the 3rd series (it’s on Netflix, check it out). Part II of my Elmbridge evening, rather more exciting than the first half as Dire Straits make their customary appearance. There are 1.2 million people in Surrey,… Continue reading “WE’RE THE WALTONS, WE’RE THE WALTONS OF SWING”
THE BULLINGDON CLUB
Yes, Oxford. No, not the Bullingdon Club with the pig “menu”. But close enough. First time in our second University city since last year, music not pubs this time. No new pubs, and nothing new in a city centre still clinging to the 1500s. You were hoping I’d go back to the Lamb & Flag,… Continue reading THE BULLINGDON CLUB
BULLISH ABOUT PUBS
“Frankie Says…” go to a pub. Actually, after the Half Moon I was ready for an early night of Chinese takeaway and LBC, with BRAPA to come in the morning. But then our group split up, and Pete & The Mudgies (a punk group from Atherstone, surely ?), nipped in the Bull. For a… Continue reading BULLISH ABOUT PUBS
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