Much as I love Blackpool and Preston, I was pleased to get away from MicroCaskGin bars and back to pubs that look like pubs (blimey, listen to me), even if they are gentlefolk dining pubs in the heart of pashmina Suffolk. I mean, look at the White Horse in Sibton; 20 minutes from Southwold, 20… Continue reading SUFFOLK HAS FALLEN
My penultimate Essex tick for GBG22 came on the outskirts of Maldon, beloved of at least one former Pub Man of the Year on this blog. Maldon is an Essex highlight, even if it’s been a while since the town itself tempted me back with a new entry that wasn’t a micro or brewery tap.… Continue reading MORE MALDON MAGIC IN MUNDON
I drafted a post entitled “My Strategy To Complete the Good Beer Guide in 2022” but I haven’t been able to finish it, which may be a metaphor for the GBG conquest itself. But a key part of the strategy is one big trip each week to bag a dozen outliers, now I’ve exhaused all… Continue reading A SHERE DROP INTO HASCOMBE
As you’ll know, my favourite website (apart from my own) is MumsNet, where worried mums ask the immortal question. Am I Being Unreasonable…. My advice, owmn, is to tell DD (Dear Daughter) that Christmas is all Roman/Pagan/Victorian nonsense NOW, and save yourself a fortune on presents. While you’re at it, scrap Mother’s Day, Bonfire Night… Continue reading WILL FATHER CHRISTMAS BRING TIER 1 TO SOUTH CAMBS ?
Next stop, dunno. Si scoured his GBG, hideously desecrated with green marker, for pubs open now but shutting in the afternoon. We bypassed the aptly named Blandford Forum, a real ale desert, on the way to Spetisbury. I had no recollection whatsoever of the Woodpecker, and it hardly mattered as we’d missed it by… Continue reading SQUEALERS IN STOURPAINE
And on we go, into the long dark teatime of the soul, or “A Day In Lincolnshire” to give it the correct title. The great Lincolnshire GBG19 tick begins in Sleaford, or all places. Clearly you all know where Sleaford is, you’re educated people. Unlike the audience at my gig in Cambridge last night… Continue reading SLEAFORD MOD(IFICATION)S
You left me on Day 3 of the Forest of Dean Big Tick, having just been warned by a pub cat to “beware the back streets of Cinderford“. It took me to realise that’s what those miaows meant, I don’t speak cat and had to use Shazam. Next stop, Upper Soudley’s White Horse., tucked between… Continue reading SAVED PENALTIES & SAVED PUBS IN UPPER SOUDLEY