old before your time outChoosing your poison.

A brief reason for being

Whingeing from a recumbent position, and going to the pub. Two of life's great activities.

This blog is an amalgamation of them both, as I argue the case for and against various pubs around Britain. Whoopty-do.

Monthly Archives: September 2008

Brean Down, Somerset

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To build a folly is a marvellous achievement, a bricks-and-mortar ‘I’m alright Jack, bugger you’ to the world. To construct a folly is to do so in the full knowledge … Continue reading

The Plough, Fen Ditton, Cambridge

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Cambridge creeps me out. I suppose it was bound to feel like this, it being a mid-sized town attached to an institution with as fearsome a heritage as its University. … Continue reading

The Eagle, City Road, London

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Drinking heavily has been a skill of the traditional Londoner for many, many centuries. The skimpiest glance through metropolitan history would leave you reeling, with talk of quarts of gin … Continue reading

The Crown, Pishill, Oxfordshire

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A soothing stop-off to gladden the heart, in amongst the many millionaires’ rows around and about. Continue reading

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