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”