You left us at the foot of Upper Washer Lane, about to tackle the colossus that is the Big 6 Inn. But then, like Forrest Gump at Monument Valley, I just stopped. “I’ve had enough” I whined, like a Wokingham wimp. Charles didn’t argue, even though it was a bit like taking him to Downham… Continue reading NO BIG 6 IN THE HALIFAX SIX
Tag: West Yorkshire pubs
LACTOSE LOVING CREW IN THE ALEXANDRA
Yes, it’s a desperate title, but you do better. Charles and I headed for GBG pub No.2, a whole 3 minutes from the Chapel, through the admirable Westgate shopping centre. It’s what we call a colourful entrance to the Alex. Inside, one other customer at 4.51pm, and much (very neat) writing on beer boards. As… Continue reading LACTOSE LOVING CREW IN THE ALEXANDRA
HALIFAX GETS A PIECE OF THE ACTION
Charles had never been to Halifax before. I’m not saying that to embarrass him; I’ve never been to Bathgate. He’d been through Halifax, on the way to Hebden Bridge. Apart from the three new GBG ticks, I was keen to show which Yorkshire town starting with “H” is the best. (Hull is a city, of… Continue reading HALIFAX GETS A PIECE OF THE ACTION
KINDNESS IN TODMORDEN
Only fair that I continue my journey to Manchester via a quick stop in Todmorden, the sane older brother of Hebden. Where HB assaults you with weird smells and key keg seats, in Tod you get kindness. Plenty to admire on the OS extract, particularly for folk with minds as puerile as Russ. Despite the… Continue reading KINDNESS IN TODMORDEN
HIP HOP HEBDEN
After a few posts basking in the reflected glory of toping with BRAPA, I feel a bit guilty about bringing you a few more where nothing happens except for me asking for a drink, it being poured and me drinking it. Sorry. But at least you get some nice pictures of Hebden Bridge, a… Continue reading HIP HOP HEBDEN
BANKING ON BRADFORD
Two nights in Manchester, and an excursion into Bradford for three new GBG winners. It feels a bit like sacrilege not to actually stay in the Eternal City and wobble back to a budget hotel after a Dhansak and gallon of Mango Lassi, but frankly I needed to get Bradford ticked. The suspense was killing… Continue reading BANKING ON BRADFORD
PUB SNACKS IN WIBSEY
Someone who will be nameless just slagged off Bradford on here. And it wasn’t that Coldwell bloke either. I never tire of Bradford and its never-ending quirkily-named suburbs, shown rather poorly on this bit of Navigator. This is the sort of complex geography I spend too much time over. Despite getting its own entry in… Continue reading PUB SNACKS IN WIBSEY
