“Let he who is without sin cast the first stone”. MASK FAILURES IN YORK

York, Scarborough, Whitby, A trio of really obscure places for you to finish North Yorkshire. On the route into York I thought I spotted BRAPA being escorted back home after his triumphant tickathon in Hampshire, but it was just a delivery of fancy goods. Here’s a nice Sam Smiths pubs for you, they really are… Continue reading “Let he who is without sin cast the first stone”. MASK FAILURES IN YORK

STALKING BRAPA IN HIPSTER YORK

Simon reported his Sainsbury delivery van was on the way, so once he’d unpacked the Scandinavian avocado and Grimsby quinoa he’d be ready for a pint at somewhere new and exciting over the river. Simon lives in the hipster quarter (over-40 section) of course and would normally have been found in the Forty-Five Vinyl Cafe… Continue reading STALKING BRAPA IN HIPSTER YORK

FOR 24 MINUTES I’D BEEN DRINKING NEXT DOOR TO EBOR MORRIS MEN

Getting closer to actually meeting the great BRAPA now, so I had my artisan tea/supper (falafel wrap from Harrogate Co-op), finally booked into the Heworth, and did York. York was in the grip of Chris Norman Fever during my visit. Would Chris do the original, or would the chavvy York crowd demand the Roy “Chubby”… Continue reading FOR 24 MINUTES I’D BEEN DRINKING NEXT DOOR TO EBOR MORRIS MEN

MORE TREMBLING MADNESS. AND PLUM PORTER IN YORK.

Next up in York was what we call a speculative pre-emptive (ASP), which I bumbled to via this impressive building. The new, second branch of the House of Trembling Madness would be a shoe-in for the Guide in Yeovil or Yaxley, but in York is has stiffer competition. HoTM (1) was an early indication, along… Continue reading MORE TREMBLING MADNESS. AND PLUM PORTER IN YORK.