I rarely look back, there’s no ticks in it. But my next pub is my local, a monthly visit at best, and I suddenly remembered what it looked like a year ago today (top). Yes, we were in the middle of the Beast from the East, I was contemplating being snowed in for all… Continue reading A LOOK BACK, A HOP(A)HEAD
A Proper beer blogger would have called this “An Ale In Swale“. But I’m not. The last of the Kent mini-series, which no doubt you’ll be pleased about. Hopefully I can meet up with Paul Bailey in Tonbridge and do karaoke again*. At least the Sun in Bredgar is a Proper Pub, to a point.… Continue reading ANNIE LENNOX IS FOLLOWING ME ROUND KENT
Having dumped BRAPA at Huntingdon station I trudged back to Waterbeach to feed Matt. I have a phobia about being at home at the best of times, but Saturday Night in Cambridgeshire is always an ordeal. But redemption was at hand. @NHS_Martin You won’t have to go far for a few days pic.twitter.com/MmahP4A9t1 — Saimon… Continue reading “BASS ?”
No, not the famous pub blogger, the beer. My beer of choice while I waited for the return of the Waterbeach Kebab van after his long Summer holiday, the big news in our village this last week. Large chicken kebab, £6, loads of salad. Matt eats the chicken. I never tire of bringing you NBSS… Continue reading A CITRA BEFORE THE KEBAB
Buoyed by our cricket team’s success in taking mighty Scotland to the penultimate over last week, I’ve decided to jump on the sporting bandwagon, before the Premiership starts and I go into hiding. When I handed over my haul of CAMRA magazines to Dave last week, I left a Panini World Cup album in the… Continue reading COME ON PERU !
As the great BRAPA says in his latest post, “let’s face it, the ‘Beast from the East’ has been more like the ‘Kitten from Thames Ditton’ so far” Mrs RM is stuck in Berwick on Tweed as I write. I did suggest she get out and walk across the holiday park to the Free… Continue reading SNOW, PLUM PORTER, VAR
This blogging lark is easy, titles apart. Whinge about opening hours, eulogise the food-free boozer, judge micro pubs on the presence of a mobility scooter, avoid Sunday lunch pubs. We failed with the last one in Hardingstone, perhaps the ultimate dormitory village for Northampton. You could walk into the county town in half an hour,… Continue reading HARDINGSTONE – SMELLS LIKE NENE CABBAGE