A mid-June trip to finish Kent. I would have waited till Joan and Dave Southworth arrived a month later so they could have the thrill of pinking a county, but completing the Guide and getting chapters complete had become an obsession and besides, you can’t trust Americans with marker pens. You’ll be seeing a fair… Continue reading MARTIN POWER, OUTER ASHFORD PUB TICKER EXTRAORDINARY
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CONSTANT CRAVEN
Ticking gets difficult when you’ve got the easy counties in the bag. Getting four ticks in a day, never mind a BRAPA half-dozen, is tricky. But nothing much beats the thrill of finishing a GBG county, especially one as vast as North Yorkshire, on a first beautiful day of the last weekend in February. Technically… Continue reading CONSTANT CRAVEN
THE FIRST 2021 AIRING OF “STOP THE CAVALRY”
Well, probably not, I bet they’ve been playing it since September 5th in Sheffield Dunelm, but my first “Stop the Cavalry” came last Thursday on the western edges of Bradford, which are very lovely. Out on the wiley, windy moors described by Kate Bush in her book made famous by DJ Bronte I stood, surprised… Continue reading THE FIRST 2021 AIRING OF “STOP THE CAVALRY”
THAT’S VELOUTE
Two new pubs in Harrogate for me, though one of them fell into the “arguable” category tickers love to argue about. Both only ten minutes walk from the station, another couple to Harrogate’s astonishing collection of GBG pubs (eleven this year). Those eleven entries are quite capable of changing names, if not location, each year,… Continue reading THAT’S VELOUTE
TO BILLINGHAM, TO FINISH DURHAM
I clearly need a break; I must complain to the Pub Tickers Union. The blog titles have gone to pot of late, my crack team failing to come up with a suitable, “R” rated name for a post featuring THIS; It’s no wonder BRAPA is now within 4 Twitter followers of me (1,344 v 1,340);… Continue reading TO BILLINGHAM, TO FINISH DURHAM
THORNE IN MY SIDE
Apart from reading comments from you, my readers, and asking Mrs RM irritating questions about women’s trousers, nothing gives me greater pleasure these days than reading Mumsnet. I have to conclude I’m NOT normal. Any day in which I don’t leave the county, never mind my home, would be considered a wasted day. The last… Continue reading THORNE IN MY SIDE
MAD DOGS AND ENGLISHMEN…
At last, the Merseyside micros end (good though they were) and you get a Proper Pub. A minor classic too, the Plasterers Arms in Hoylake the sort of place to restore your faith in suburban midweek drinking. Tucked in the back streets, minutes from the beach, I thought for a second I might not get… Continue reading MAD DOGS AND ENGLISHMEN…
THE ☀ AND THE ☔
More real time blogging, as I visit Waterbeach as the local team sits on the verge of promotion at half time. I’d probably have been up the Abbey Stadium now, asking the bloke in the Habbin “Who’s that No. 9?” and “What colours are we.” But football is being played without fans, which is #pointless,… Continue reading THE ☀ AND THE ☔
(BEER) TERRACE TRENT DERBY
I hope the return of BRAPA to the big league of pub blogging will see more famous titles like “Well Past My Selby Date”. I expect Simon has been looking to use a Terence Trent D’arby reference since 1991, when TTD released the seminal “Neither Fish Nor Flesh“, which I am staggered to see Discogs… Continue reading (BEER) TERRACE TRENT DERBY
BUSTLING BURSCOUGH
This has been a tiring week of travel, and it’s not often I say that. Two trips to Manchester, a dozen journeys taking Matt and his precious possessions between Salford, a storage depot on Ashton Old Road, and his new house in Ancoats. He’s looking worse for wear too. But he’s moved now, so no… Continue reading BUSTLING BURSCOUGH
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