I’ve had no knocks on the door after visiting Blyth the other day, so I might have got away with crossing the county border (again). But then Google Maps reckons it’s in Rotherham and it HAS got a Sheffield postcode. Look how green it all is between those built-up big cities and bucolic Blyth; I… Continue reading MALTBY PITCHES FOR SIR TIM TO CUT THE RIBBON ON THE GLORIOUS 12th
Tag: Wetherspoons
TIER 2 – QUACKERS
Here’s the Spoons I promised you earlier. You haven’t been able to sleep with excitement, have you ? St. Ives. Not THAT one. The Cornwall one is out of bounds to Tier 2 scum like me, and as you know anyone leaving their Tier for a lower one for a pint will be turned back… Continue reading TIER 2 – QUACKERS
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
THREE MAGNETS, TWO MOBILITY SCOOTERS, NO DOOM BAR – BACK TO LETCHWORTH WETHERSPOONS
Another trip to Letchworth for the lad’s driving lessons, another chance to relive sweet, sweet memories of the town where Mrs RM and I started married life in 1992. It’s unchanged, Since 1935, never mind 1992. Well, nearly. Actually, some things have changed. The Black Squirrel (as I knew it) had more names than Ian… Continue reading THREE MAGNETS, TWO MOBILITY SCOOTERS, NO DOOM BAR – BACK TO LETCHWORTH WETHERSPOONS
TWO SPOONS ON MONDAY
A great pub runs on Dire Straits and mobility scooters, a great retiredmartin post runs on questionable ’80s pop inserted for the benefit of Mr Crilley. That’s THIS Monday just gone. I seem to be catching up. Awoken by joggers (!) at 7, I left Baa Baa Toure to guard the campervan on Teignmouth Prom… Continue reading TWO SPOONS ON MONDAY
LIVE BLOGGING FROM TEIGNMOUTH SPOONS
Congrats to Pub Curmudgeon, who identified my location from the scantest of information. Some of you have asked for live blogging, so here I am, the worse for wear, eating halloumi and drinking Bays in Teignmouth Spoons. It’s a poor way to end the night before I head back to my campervan parked for free… Continue reading LIVE BLOGGING FROM TEIGNMOUTH SPOONS
473 PINTS A WEEK
No, not BRAPA’s consumption last week. That’s the claimed sale of cask ale at We*herspoon’s Weepinh *sh in St. Neots last week. I used to pop in this classic gentlefolk Spoons quite regularly for flat whites, Thursday curry and the occasional pint of Saffron (why ?). On Thursday afternoon it was very quiet, the gentlefolk… Continue reading 473 PINTS A WEEK
LAUGHING ALL THE WAY TO BIGGLESWADE
More saving pubs outside the GBG, this time aided by trusted Covid data expert and J20 connoisseur James. With my Mum on the mend (thanks for your kind words) but under watch I’ve committed to stay in “the county“. Let’s not argue about boundaries, folks. I was JUST over the Beds border when the ambulance… Continue reading LAUGHING ALL THE WAY TO BIGGLESWADE
WITHERING AT THE WREKIN
Welcome to the last post for my travels in July 2020, a tumultuous month of highs and highers. Expect a euphoric Review next up, unless I have to go into hiding after my infamous Daily Mail appearance on Monday. BRAPA may have endured 51 Surrey pubs last week, and now looks like my avatar, but… Continue reading WITHERING AT THE WREKIN
‘ARRY CRIPPS
We left the Cock, wishing we’d tried the (cheaper) local beers. It’ll be in the GBG22, I guess, if the GBG lasts that long with CAMRA members seemingly bored of visiting pubs. Just as well Charles and BRAPA and Duncan and I aren’t bored of visiting pubs (reminds me, must score the beer on WhatPub).… Continue reading ‘ARRY CRIPPS
