On the Friday we collected the campervan, which had been cold and lonely overnight in Horsham, and were given long, immediately forgotten instructions about straps. To celebrate, we popped into East Grinstead on the way back to Newhaven, allowing me to complete West Sussex GBG entries for another year at the Engine Room. I’d been… Continue reading WEST SUSSEX HAS FALLEN IN EAST GRINSTEAD
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“I LOVE YOUR LOO”
Wednesday night in Worthing. Another 25 minute slog from the Cricketers to the Fox & Finch. BRAPA would have taken a taxi, but then he’s made of money. Or Colin is. The first Worthing micro of the night. The town has the best of the breed, and the worst. That’s why I rarely lump 2… Continue reading “I LOVE YOUR LOO”
OLD MAN
Well, this was good. The Cricketers in Worthing’s Broadwater suburb, which sounds very edgy but turns out to be as edgy as Petts Green or Heaton Chapel. On the 25 minute stretch from the Brewhouse & Kitchen I pass prep schools, a cemetery, a Domino’s, and have to waiting about 4 hours for trains to… Continue reading OLD MAN
“YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE TICKING” SAYS WORTHING
These next few posts are a bit dull. Which is fine, because so is Worthing. But never mind the quality, feel the ticks. A massive FIVE (5), newbies, and one (1) of them isn’t a micropub, which is an error Adur CAMRA may need to investigate but is surely a Covid issue. No other town… Continue reading “YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE TICKING” SAYS WORTHING
PRIDE DRINKING WELL IN BARNHAM. BEFORE IT GETS KNOCKED ALL OVER MY DAD’S JUMPER
Day 1 of our Sussex Saunter and a night in Horsham Travelodge. #LivingTheDream Sadly, Mrs RM had to prep for phone calls with angry Frenchmen, so I set off for the GBG fleshpots of Worthing on my own. Nearly an hour on the train, as it has to wobble down to the edge of Bognor… Continue reading PRIDE DRINKING WELL IN BARNHAM. BEFORE IT GETS KNOCKED ALL OVER MY DAD’S JUMPER
THE 4.45pm PINT IN THE BASKETMAKERS
Even more short posts coming up, I’m afraid, which will delight those of you who just want to see pictures of foaming pints with angry locals in the background, but frustrate the reader who wishes to read the detailed history of minor Susses towns. Arriving back in Brighton at 4.30pm I suddenly realised I hadn’t… Continue reading THE 4.45pm PINT IN THE BASKETMAKERS
HARVEY’S OLD
One more tick to knock West Sussex on the head for another GBG year. The Barley Mow at Walderton another one down tiny roads; John was clutching the Good Book he’d actually bought in the Royal Oak for comfort as I arrived in Breakneck Lane at about 5mph. A pub obscured by cars, but I… Continue reading HARVEY’S OLD
NEW TICKING TACTICS IN HOOKSWAY
There’s a number of ways to skin a Good Beer Guide (no, not a Stanley knife). Some, like Duncan “The Pubmeister” get their chauffeur Parker Martin to leave the engine running while they nip across the A584 for a half of DIPA necked in 30 seconds before leaping into a moving car and speeding off… Continue reading NEW TICKING TACTICS IN HOOKSWAY
A DALLIANCE WITH DURRINGTON-ON-SEA
Just checking the definition of dalliance, it may not have been the best choice of word, but alliteration beats everything. Monday dawned (only 3 days behind !), Mrs RM left for some corporate gig near Brighton station, and after a leisurely flat white and toastie I set off behind her on my own “gig”. Stafford… Continue reading A DALLIANCE WITH DURRINGTON-ON-SEA
MY FIRST ROTHAUS, MRS RM’S LAST DUCHESS DE BOURGOGNE
Esteemed lifestyle blogger Mrs RM has been enjoying the beery pleasures of Brighton. Like many of us, her output has dipped a little since the Maidenhead incident at the Honeypot. When I arrived back from Southwick, she was ready with a tea suggestion all her own, though frankly it was exactly the one I’d have… Continue reading MY FIRST ROTHAUS, MRS RM’S LAST DUCHESS DE BOURGOGNE
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