Students of GBG ticking (Open University, £9,250 p.a., cash only) will no doubt be intrigued by the variety of micropubs on this blog. Moretti and Leeds fans in Silsden, Laurel & Hardy and family-friendly in Bingley, but now back to tiny and beery in Thackley, close to the world-famous Idle Working Mens Club. Suburban… Continue reading BLACK RAT, WHITE RAT, NO TAT
Tag: West Yorkshire
BEWILDERED IN RE-BADGED BINGLEY
One of the occupational hazards for GBG completists is an “unintended revisit” to a pub ticked under a different name. You’d be surprised how often this happens, particularly when geographical listings are all over the shop. Belper Mark, a closet ticker that Si and I outed recently, uses postcodes in his own relational database, which… Continue reading BEWILDERED IN RE-BADGED BINGLEY
SILSDEN – MORE THAN GIANT ONIONS
More constant Cravens for you, as I make a rare trip to Silsden, which feels like all the best bits of Skipton with the pashminas and micropubs taken out. By “good bits” I mean cobbled streets like this one. If you think you’ve heard of Silsden it’s probably because of this record breaker. Sadly for… Continue reading SILSDEN – MORE THAN GIANT ONIONS
HA’WAY HAWORTH
Another short post for you to consume between meals. Or pints. I only know what’s next because my photos are in alphabetical order. After the Salopian adventures I had virtually a whole week away from pubs, selling essentials like these at our annual charity sale. Something for everyone, I’m sure you’ll agree. But I nipped… Continue reading HA’WAY HAWORTH
HALIFAX – TAKEN TO THE TOWER
Leaving the Lantern as we found it, before Tiffany’s big visit next week, we headed west to King Cross for new GBG tick No.3. Or is it Savile Park ? Or Pye Nest ? Who cares ? It’s a good job Charles just does as he told, rather than saying “Why can’t we go the… Continue reading HALIFAX – TAKEN TO THE TOWER
THREE LITTLE BIRDS IN THE GENTS AT THE LANTERN
First things first. Is that Big Ron ? LifeAfterFootball will know. You left us in the Alex. The Lantern, the sister pub (of course !) was next door. Some CAMRA branches would have called for a taxi. We only vacated the Alex as we’d solved the B****t debate. We entered to the sound of Sinatra,… Continue reading THREE LITTLE BIRDS IN THE GENTS AT THE LANTERN
PONTEFRACT CAKES
After three days break for “planning”, it was off to Halifax with Curry Charles. With Charles starting at Dereham, the town that makes Wisbech seem modern, there was always going to be a need for multiple “comfort breaks“. But there’s nowhere up the A1 that I haven’t stopped a dozen times. Except Pontefract. Charles became… Continue reading PONTEFRACT CAKES
A QUIET NIGHT IN BRADFORD
You left me in St Neots, making sure young Si was heading in the right direction over the bridge. Two and a bit hours later I was in the curry capital of the world. No, I didn’t start at the Punjab Sweet House and then top up my curry at the Fighting Cock. That way… Continue reading A QUIET NIGHT IN BRADFORD
THAT LEEDS
Another tricky post, as I find myself having to praise That Leeds, something an (honorary) Mancunian hates to do almost as much as taking a coach trip round Anfield. I was there the other Sunday to see Phosphorescent at the Brudenell, enjoying the £35 rates you get at Accor hotels before the suits and… Continue reading THAT LEEDS
MORISH MORLEY MICROS
Only five photos from Oscars in Morley, and not a lot of cultural context to bring you about a proper old market town in Greater Leeds. After a week ferrying BRAPA and Pubmeister to their pubs I fear may be turning into a ticking machine. I’m sure there’s more attractive buildings in Morley, but… Continue reading MORISH MORLEY MICROS
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