YOUR PUB TICKING HERO BRAVES BURNHAM

I couldn’t put it off any longer; Norfolk needed to be nipped in the bud (there’s a pun on local CAMRA there somewhere). Yes, I feel the same way about the North Norfolk coast as I do about France. The locals are fine but the (mainly North London) visitors are generally ghastly.  Think of my… Continue reading YOUR PUB TICKING HERO BRAVES BURNHAM

“A DREADED SUNNY DAY, SO I MEET YOU AT THE (YARMOUTH) CEMETRY GATES”

Sadly (for me, if not you) loads of Norfolk posts for the next week. If you like Norfolk you probably a) live in Islington and wear a pashmina or scarf or b) are confusing it with the Virginian one. Great Yarmouth isn’t really Norfolk, of course, anymore than Stockport is part of Manchester. I joined… Continue reading “A DREADED SUNNY DAY, SO I MEET YOU AT THE (YARMOUTH) CEMETRY GATES”

THE PAKENHAM 5 O’CLOCK CLUB

It’s rare that “Suffolk” and “deeply unexciting” are mentioned in the same sentence, of course, but a mere three new Guide entries in the county enables me to bring you this lovely sight four days into GBG19; So no two hour trips to “Times Supplements on Sea“, no micro pub opening hours frustration, no frisson… Continue reading THE PAKENHAM 5 O’CLOCK CLUB

LATITUDE – FLAT BEER, HIGH CULTURE, SIGRID

  So my only beer at Latitude was Carlsberg, served in plastic cups.  As I wrote, it was surprisingly tasty paired with herring.  As I’m sure it is in all Wythenshawe boozers. You don’t go to music festivals for beer, but you might be surprised to know that the only beer visible at Latitude is… Continue reading LATITUDE – FLAT BEER, HIGH CULTURE, SIGRID

PUNK ARRIVES IN WATERBEACH

  Interesting reading Boak & Bailey’s recent post on their move from Cornwall (“Craft Central” to you and me) to the cask desert that is Bristol, and their anticipation at discovering their new local. I hope all goes well on both fronts. Our nearest pub, in Waterbeach, is rather taken for granted, I’m sorry to say.  That’s… Continue reading PUNK ARRIVES IN WATERBEACH

PLOUGHMAN’S & GORKY’S IN THE NORFOLK BROADS

  Apparently there are no words that rhyme with “Ibiza“, so I can’t use the Life on Mars line in this post, which is a shame.  If I’m wrong on that I can expect Tom to correct me by tea-time. Tom may also leap to the defence of the Broads, though I doubt it.  Along… Continue reading PLOUGHMAN’S & GORKY’S IN THE NORFOLK BROADS