I found myself in Hove the other day, Brightons less noisy neighbor,it is not without a certain charm though if you look in the right places. The weather forecast was dire with heavy rain ,high winds and thunderstorms predicted, as it happened it turned out nice. The sea was a bit choppy so I decided… Continue reading Backstreet Urchin
A very apt situation I find myself in, I’m currently in a railway arch in Hackney, its called The Experiment, a collaboration between Pressure Drop and Verdant, it’s also the first time I’ve attempted a live blog on my phone, a bit of an experiment you see, so it will be short and sweet. Well… Continue reading The Experiment
We were getting peckish and Paul had pinpointed The Swan as the place to go. It was a mostly downhill walk through the residential side streets, soon the pub was in sight and we homed in with the expectation of refueling. It was very busy inside, a couple of tables were empty but upon inspection… Continue reading Looking For Lunch In Lewes
Continuing the exploration of Lewes along with Paul Mudge we left the rather excellent Lewes Arms and took the backstreet route to our next destination, The Rights Of Man. After a couple of blind alleys we emerged from a small opening onto the High Street, turning right out of the alleyway we decided it should be “just… Continue reading The Right Way To The Rights Of Man ?
I was in Lewes for the day, that mean’t lots of Harvey’s beer and Paul Mudge, AKA The Stafford Mudgie , the well known pub man extraordinaire. At 11.50 I jumped off the train at Lewes Station and made my way towards the first pub of the day ,The Lewes Arms, where I had no… Continue reading A Day Out With The Stafford Mudgie
Up in The Gardeners Arms In Oxford to be precise. There are a couple of Gardeners Arms in Oxford quite close to each other, although the other one is not a bad pub this one ,to my mind , is the superior pub. It can be found down Plantation Road, a long narrow, leafy, residential… Continue reading Up In Arms
Two months of inactivity since my last post due to writers block (A.K.A. lethargy) , I’ve worked myself up for another only to realise I’m following in the Retired one’s footsteps again, but where hasn’t he been. I found myself at Chandlers Ford Train Station. Handily only only a couple of minutes walk from South Hampshire… Continue reading Tanked up