April 2024. Harpenden. Unless Borehamwood has come up in the world since my last visit (2001) I can safely say Harpenden is the poshest town in Hertfordshire. And that’s despite a less than glamorous underpass at the station. The number of bistros and Thai restaurants is a good indicator of prosperity, and although the pubs… Continue reading “Excuse him, he’s from The North”. SUNDAY NIGHT IN THE CROSS KEYS, HARPENDEN
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“Go in….you know you want to !”
April 2024. Harpenden. A Big Night Out in Harpenden, flush with the pride of saving at least £100 on Sunday night’s accommodation by sleeping in a campervan with a portable loo. And three (3) GBG ticks in the bag by six, quite a good effort for me since completing the Guide and losing that Fierce… Continue reading “Go in….you know you want to !”
A BOLT INTO THE BULL AT BERKHAMSTED
I’m sure you think us pub tickers are all the best of mates, perhaps living in a big communal house in Maltby and sharing lifts and mascots. Not at all. I dispute the questionable ticks of my fellow Pub Men (keg is NOT a tick) and grimace when I read of BRAPA beating me to… Continue reading A BOLT INTO THE BULL AT BERKHAMSTED
TABLE SERVICE TRAUMAS IN SPOONS
ANOTHER trip to Hitchin with the eldest son, before a couple of days walking in the Mendips. James left the town for the delights of Waterbeach and the A10 when he was one, and had no memory of our house, which has just sold for six times what we paid for it in 1993. And… Continue reading TABLE SERVICE TRAUMAS IN SPOONS
FAKE CIDER HAND PUMPS TO KEEP THE DOOR CLOSED
Driving BRAPA around is a bit like rubbernecking, waiting for the pints to kick in around the 3rd or 4th pub. Of course, you’d never see me in a state like that. But he’s always so polite and cheery, at least until the micro pub decides to take the month off and not tell anyone.… Continue reading FAKE CIDER HAND PUMPS TO KEEP THE DOOR CLOSED
UP THE (WATFORD) JUNCTION
A few trips to the edges of Metro-land now, to see if there’s anything nice I can say about it for a change. Starting with Watford. I’ve nothing against the town, but Beer Guide new entries round here have been, er, challenging. 2016 produced pint return trauma, 2017 was just firkin’ hideous. Both those newbies… Continue reading UP THE (WATFORD) JUNCTION
MORE BAR FLIES NEAR THE RUNWAY
What enters your head when you enter a pub and see the scene above ? Get out the ******* way What’s wrong with sitting at tables anyway ? Ooh, is that “Side Pocket For A Toad” ? All 3 from me as I finish the Luton Airport mini-crawl in the Fox at Darley Hall. … Continue reading MORE BAR FLIES NEAR THE RUNWAY
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