Looks like our BRAPA hasn’t bothered telling you about our emotional catch-up in York two weeks ago, either because a) he only writes about GBG ticking or b) he’s embarrassed by me. Or John or c) we’re such good company he failed to take any notes. Anyway, he seemed pleased enough to meet up on… Continue reading AT LAST ! THE PUB LEGENDS MEET IN THE THREE CRANES
Tag: Tetley
AN OLD FAVE IN GARGRAVE
YOU try and find something to rhyme with Gargrave ! A mere two weeks after finishing North Yorkshire in Skipton I was back there on the train again, due to some business in Gargrave, next stop on the line. Fellow ticker Eddie was complaining on our WhatsApp group (aka “TickTillItHurts“) this week about the difficulty… Continue reading AN OLD FAVE IN GARGRAVE
THE BEST TETLEY SINCE IT LEFT LEEDS
Much controversy in the wake of that last post as I described our journey to my North Yorkshire GBG straggler in Sutton-in-Craven. Yes, we’d stopped in West Yorkshire for a loo stop that turned into an advisable pint in the Wuthering Heights that preceded a walk to the Bronte waterfalls. We had the circular route… Continue reading THE BEST TETLEY SINCE IT LEFT LEEDS
MORE GREAT SHEFFIELD PUBS TO AVOID THE FOOTBALL IN
A short diversion from the never-ending Scottish catch-up to be topical. “Oh look, there’s still tickets for the theatre at the Crucible tonight ! Shall we go ?” “Oh yes, perfect for avoiding the football on telly“. So THAT’S why there’s tickets left. A night out at the theatre, preceded by tea in a chain… Continue reading MORE GREAT SHEFFIELD PUBS TO AVOID THE FOOTBALL IN
THE PICK OF PICKERING
Yes, I know the Sun is a cracker too, but I need that blog title. And you know how much Mr Coldwell loves pics of Tetley Bitter. Pickering hasn’t wowed me on a trio of visits, seeming like a waiting for room for the cemetery Steam Railway to Heartbeat country. A dreadful Guest House 20-odd… Continue reading THE PICK OF PICKERING
SWANNING AROUND BUXTON
Greetings from Weaste, the less posh bit of Eccles, where the WiFi is good and the Chinese takeaway makes an excellent job of recycling the local cat and dog population. Post 2 from Buxton, as Charles and I try to catch up with “Ye Olde Official Itinerary” and fail miserably. Again. This was the timetable,… Continue reading SWANNING AROUND BUXTON
THESE SHOES WERE MADE FOR VISITING WORKING MENS CLUBS
Have you noticed how I’m only seen as a shadow approaching my prey in these photos. Oooh, spooky. Onward to Northampton, where Mrs RM is doing a fine job of funding my beer trips, and without the extravagance young Simon is displaying. Slumming it in a Doubletree indeed ! The exciting walk from (A) to… Continue reading THESE SHOES WERE MADE FOR VISITING WORKING MENS CLUBS
HEYSHAM BOYS
90% of this Beer Guide blogging lark is just a good title*. They’re generally far too clever for you lot, so here’s an easy one today. I may have used it in a certain West Sussex town already, but you can’t plagiarise yourself. I rose very early on Friday morning, to the sound of “Wake… Continue reading HEYSHAM BOYS
PROPHYLACTIC PROBLEMS IN ASHTON-IN-MAKERFIELD
This blogging lark is a doddle. Visit a pub, take photos surreptitiously, keep a running gag about pashminas going, and hope against hope for a witty pun or an “Out of Order” condom machine. Ashton-in-Makerfield was always going to let me down on the pashminas, even in the Wetherspoons. Though the potholes give some opportunities… Continue reading PROPHYLACTIC PROBLEMS IN ASHTON-IN-MAKERFIELD
IPA THROUGH A STRAW IN “PROPER” HULL
On the journey up to Hull I was listening to the new Tracey Thorn album on repeat. Despite having proper song structures and intelligible lyrics, it’s my record of the month (a new and shortlived feature, no doubt), with the sort of confessional detail normally only seen on a BRAPA trip to Runcorn. Tracey,… Continue reading IPA THROUGH A STRAW IN “PROPER” HULL
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