Monthly Archives: March 2014

Urweisse

Can I just say; the Bridge Hotel now has Erdinger Urweisse on draught. Or draft, if you’re across the Atlantic. It’s rather beautiful.

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Bedroom

Finally finished-off the last bits of the bedroom. It feels like a bedroom now, rather than a junk room.

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My old bike’s looking good on the wall too.

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It shall soon be powder coated in a colour to match the bedroom.

Lady Grey’s

While in Lady Grey’s this evening, I noticed their salvaged industrial lights. I may want one of these for the kitchen when we next redecorate. And the landing. And maybe in the (new-old) bathroom when I get round to it.

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Fat Ox

I’ve been frequenting a bar in Whitley Bay for several years now. Peter has always referred to it as the Fat Ox. I’d never noticed the name of the pub, but had assumed that the Fat Oxwas a Peter-made-up-name. Usually, I’ll leave this venue at short notice (when someone notices the last Metro is due). But, this evening, I kept a close on the time and left before the last but one Metro. As I left the pub, I looked up.

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And saw that Peter hadn’t invented the pub’s name.

I couldn’t dwell on it, though, because chips were needed. They were very nice. I used to buy food from the very same premises when I stayed in a B&B here a few years ago (it was unplanned and was a precursor to divorce). I’d recommend the place if I could recall its name.

Anyway, upon reaching the Metro station, I felt an urge to take up cycling again.

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And, after only a couple of minutes, the Metro arrived.

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I’m currently at ‘South Goss-forth‘. According to the recorded Metro voice. While I’m pleased I’ve made it this far, I’m considering whether I can make it to Gateshead without having to disembark.

I shall stop now. I need to concentrate.

Room with a view 2

I’m currently in room 301 in the Travelodge in Preston. I had the same room a couple of months ago, which is a bit weird. The view’s slightly different. Well, marginally.

My team are moaning a bit because I’ve been cost conscious in terms of accommodation. But we’re very central.

And very close to a pub of character.

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With a nice old floor.

The Black Horse. There are others; most notable, the Olde Blue Bell. An old Sam Smith’s pub. It smells a little I admit, but it’s pretty unique.

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(My old mate Rich introduced me to this pub)

Why Kick a moo cow

I’m sat in the Central right now. In the back room. With the big old bar. And a most gorgeous pint of why kick a moo cow. It’s hoppy, fishless and very nice.

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