Any excuse for some Kiwi/Polynesian pop/rap crossover. This was the tune that stuck in the brain after I popped back to the Royal, before realising I’d forgotten to get a Chinese takeaway. They don’t write them like that anymore. Weirdly, that track from 1996 (where were you in 1996 ?) was the most contemporary thing… Continue reading HOW BIZARRE – MORE MORECAMBE
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A LATE LUNCH IN LEOMINSTER
BLOGGERS TIP: Never pass up the opportunity for alliteration, even when you’ve no actual pub to write about. Having failed to decide on lunch in Monkland (the Cheesesplaining incident), we stopped off at Leominster (NOTE : NOT pronounced Leo’s minster). past the point of caring about food provenance at 3pm. Leominster suffers a bit against… Continue reading A LATE LUNCH IN LEOMINSTER
A HEREFORD HOP
Only one new Guide entry in Hereford, whose three GBG choices are slim pickings for a county town (there’s six in Tewkesbury, for comparison). But quality over quantity; I’d given previous entries high marks for beer and pubbiness. And this is a town that knows how to celebrate promotion from the Evo Stik League South.… Continue reading A HEREFORD HOP
SORRY
That was our lot in Glasgow, but as you’ll see below the sun never sets on Glasgow at the end of June. Iron and Wine come from the complex but delicate end of Americana; the Old Boys in the Laurieston would probably approve. Even if they wouldn’t recognise their most famous tune (PARENTAL ADVISORY:… Continue reading SORRY
RESCUING MRS RM FROM AN AYR SPOONS
Another short post about Ayr, disappointingly free of alliteration but with comforting words about cask in Spoons. Mainly, this is for members of the Royal Society for the Protection of Mrs Retired Martin, who you’ll remember I’d left to waddle glide back into town while I looked at pub mirrors in the Abbotsford. On… Continue reading RESCUING MRS RM FROM AN AYR SPOONS
I CAN SEE PARADISE IN THE PENRITH NIGHT
There are times when this blog feels like a collection of photos of mobility scooters, inappropriate glassware, perfumed hand wash and unconvincing tribute acts. But isn’t that pretty much life ? * So what’s a Friday night out in Penrith like ? Well, start in the newish (non-GBG) Spoons and find out. This former… Continue reading I CAN SEE PARADISE IN THE PENRITH NIGHT
A RAINBOW IN CHICHESTER
Lots of symbolism today; I know you like symbolism. After the downpour of grim beer on the A272, back to pubby sunshine in “Curious Chichester“. Decent beer and an array of multi-coloured Taytos at the Rainbow, a backstreet boozer which What Pub tells us was previously called “Happy Medium” and (mysteriously) “Rainbow“. Ponder that. This… Continue reading A RAINBOW IN CHICHESTER
LURED IN BY SOUTHAMPTON SPOONS. AND CRAFT.
Completing the Good Beer Guide requires professionalism and an ability not to be swayed by temptations outside the True Path. Just ask Pubmeister. So no Beer Festivals, no Proper Pub crawls round places you’ve done before, and definitely no bottles of DIPA at home. And pre-emptive ticks only if their presence in the next… Continue reading LURED IN BY SOUTHAMPTON SPOONS. AND CRAFT.
DOVER CHILDREN INTRODUCED TO JOYS OF PICKLED EGGS
Sometimes these posts don’t need clever titles, do they ? I have NEVER been disappointed by Dover trips, though to be fair I don’t know if they use rats in the Sweet and Sour Pork yet. Never mind the pubs, it’s a great town for the walker. Just look at those contours above. Good… Continue reading DOVER CHILDREN INTRODUCED TO JOYS OF PICKLED EGGS
PHWOAR ! PWLLHELI
Two of the hardest words to spell in the Welsh language, here attempted in the same blog title. Phwoar would be a good word to describe our campervan stop at Foryd Bay south of Caernarfon, which I bring you here due to the joy of staring at Welsh OS extracts. We were moved on… Continue reading PHWOAR ! PWLLHELI
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