THE DUFF PINT CHANGED, GRACIOUSLY

October 2023. Sheffield. A third successive day of meeting pub royalty as “Citra” Mick and “Big” Steve took the slow train up from Hampshire. It shouldn’t have been that slow, but the floods, particularly at Grantham meant a 9 hour journey and they didn’t even give Mick and Steve a complimentary can of Madri. So… Continue reading THE DUFF PINT CHANGED, GRACIOUSLY

PUB RECOMMENDATIONS FOR STRATFORD-UPON-AVON

August 2023. Stratford-upon-Avon. Oh, you tease, Retired Martin. Obviously you’re not really going to recommend anything in the home of the Bard (or is that Prescot now ?). Correct, Stratford is an irredeemable dump. Best get your Stratfords mixed up and head for east London. Here, head straight out to the village of Loxley, near… Continue reading PUB RECOMMENDATIONS FOR STRATFORD-UPON-AVON

“I think it’s off” says Mrs RM. “No, it’s supposed to be a bit tart” I say.

April 2023. I’ve been skipping the GBG completed chapter pics because, well, my heart’s not in it. But I still can’t look at a page of the Guide with unticked pubs with anything other than unease, and it was good to put (the entirely fictitious) East Yorkshire to bed. The Bosville Arms is the annual… Continue reading “I think it’s off” says Mrs RM. “No, it’s supposed to be a bit tart” I say.

TREATED LIKE ROYALTY IN SUBURBAN SHEFFIELD

My first possibility was “The slow, sad decline of midweek drinking“, a rumination on the emptiness of pubs outside the weekend rush (see also: Life After Football). Plenty of pubs round me, of course, and as you’ll know I intend to visit EVERY one of them on foot, even though that’ll muck up my GBG… Continue reading TREATED LIKE ROYALTY IN SUBURBAN SHEFFIELD