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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.

Slightly Older ReviewsAndRamblings

Interior of the Clifton pub

The Clifton, Bristol

A satisfyingly cheery, hearty boozer in the middle of Bristol’s most, wait, what do estate agents say – most “sought-after” area? Yeah, that. Continue reading

exterior of the pub

Inn on the Quay / Spotted Cow, Poole

Spitting banks of cloud, concrete barges, mid-70s shopping centres and megaburgers. Continue reading

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Old Duke, Bristol

Hilarity, tabs and music played by bands called ‘Cass Casswell’s Monster Trio’ and such like. And heroic outside drinking in the summer months. Like. Continue reading

Kensington Arms, Redland, Bristol

I don’t want to confuse these constructions with life’s eternal laws, so let’s just say the Kenny is a relatively confusing pub. Cracking bacon sandwiches, mind. Continue reading

Butcher’s Arms, Sheepscombe

Out in those special wilds of the Cotswolds, the wintry fields lie dun and bleak, while the pedestrian cowers on splattered verges as executive Jags roll by on their way … Continue reading

The Connaught, Hove

The price of a beer brings me out in hives, in Hove. Or something. Continue reading

The Spotted Cow, Bristol

A one-size-fits-all drinking den that any inner-city suburb would be almost proud of having on its doorstep. Continue reading

The Royal Navy Volunteer, Bristol

An establishment for chaps, with no horsing around please. Continue reading

Nova Scotia, Hotwells, Bristol

A dirty, soulful old pit of a boozer, and all the more wonderful for it. Continue reading

On Travel

Want some larger aisles? Buy yourself a ticket to CLOUD CUCKOO LAND SONNY Continue reading

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