9th January 2020 None* of the Surrey GBG entries will appear in my long-delayed book, “101 places every American should embarrass themselves in“. But they’re certainly more picturesque than the “Tap & Turtle” or “Hop Cellar“, and often look like free house even when, as with the Barley Mow in West Horsley. they’re owned by… Continue reading “PADDY HASN’T BEEN IN FOR TWO DAYS”
Yes, a bit of blog title PUNK for you next, courtesy of your favourite country gent and butter expert. 1min 30 secs in for all you lazy types. To think Simon wasn’t quite two when John Lydon ascended Box Hill. Ah, youth ! I was headed to Box Hill & Westhumble for my penultimate Surrey… Continue reading “I’VE GOT THE GOOD BEER GUIDE, ON TOP OF BOX HILL”
That’s a genuine question, not an invitation to a duel on Woking High Street, or whatever is the epicentre of Surrey culture. I just can’t see it as a proper county. There’s no League teams (the support is all for Chelsea), their cricket team plays in South London, their breweries are tiny, all the… Continue reading WHAT’S THE POINT OF SURREY ?
You’ll notice a theme in this blog; the more I learn, the less I learn. Having been served beer soup with scum in it in the name of localism, I really should have taken the hint and stuck to mega brews. There were enough of those in the Sun in Dunfold, a pub with… Continue reading WHY DO I NEVER LEARN NOT TO GO FOR THE LOCAL BEER
A couple of contrasting pubs to finish off lovely but overpriced Surrey. First up Friday Street, of which there is more than one in the GBG. Compare and contrast the pristine pink-penned Beer Guide page with my ragged old Philip Navigator. I’m a fan of the Surrey Hills below the A25, in the heart of… Continue reading FRIDAY STREET, SUNDAY PUBBERS