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
Tag: Tetley
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
MISPLACED LOYALTY TO THE TETS
So our bloggers crawl ended at the Templar, the obligatory old-school Tetley pub occupied by all of Leeds society, including plenty of the tradesmen notable by their absence on the Boar Lane strip. It really is gorgeous, and the hand pumps are classics. “Pint of Tetley please” “Tetley ?!” “Yes, Tetley” “Are you quite… Continue reading MISPLACED LOYALTY TO THE TETS
IN ELLESMERE, ERRONEOUSLY
I wanted to bring you tales of Susan Tully and One Direction cover bands today (ten points for guessing where they’re from) , but circumstances dictate that I confess to a first-order cock-up. I know how much our US readers enjoy my misfortunes, following “locked in Victoria Park-Gate” and “Gatecrashing a Wedding-Gate“. I booked a… Continue reading IN ELLESMERE, ERRONEOUSLY
REVISITING TETLEY IN PARBOLD
I’ve really tried but I can’t make a great case for Skelmersdale. Even the legendary 2001 edition of “The Road to Wigan Beer” saw surveying the place as a chore, it seems. But as is so often the case (Harlow, Basingstoke, Watford), Skem is a fairly desperate town for pubs surrounded by some excellent ones.… Continue reading REVISITING TETLEY IN PARBOLD
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