Archive for the ‘Bicester’ Tag
Another month and the fish continues to pile up. Of the three pubs, the Who’d A Thought It was the best with the Bear almost surprisingly stingy (but it has become a tourist venue). The winner as a chippy, this month, would be either the fish stand at the St Giles Fair or the J&J Fish Bar (both exceeding expectations enormously). The Shanghai Fish Bar should be closed down despite getting their cleanliness problems in order–they’re just very bad.
||St Giles Fair Fish and Chips Stand
||Red House Plaice
||Who’d A Thought It
||Shanghai Fish Bar
||Robinson’s Fish and Chips
||J&J Fish Bar
This month’s Daily Tipples were weighted a little heavier on the beer and the haiku’s and descriptions a little more surreal. More than half the DT’s were in pub visits (some new ones).
The G-Had rolled on to trail #48 and enhanced (and was enhanced by) my enforced two week vacation at the end of the holiday calendar. Bicester HHH was marked due to the irresistability of a Bollard trail, K&A HHH notched a second attack, and my first Churn Valley HHH effort appeared. Ease of access and choices of venues were the main attractions for the Moonrakers HHH (twice) and the North Wilts HHH (three times), and with the North Wilts 1500th next weekend in my favourite corner of Shropshire maybe the G-Had will get a chance to branch out a little (it would be nice to make the 50th GH4 coincide with another hash’s milestone).
The Blue pins are the September G-Had strikes
[The Chippy Challenge: to eat more fish and chips in 2014; see original post for details.]
Evaluation: Nostalgia…when we lived in Bicester I ate a lot of this fish dragging home from the bus stop or a pub (or the bus stop via a pub). The batter is a little thick but it is light and tasty and the fish always comes in generous portions.
Days since last: 4 (Dosa Park, Oxford)
Monthly consolidations/compilations: January
Celebrations this weekend:
Name: That One
*Not my 40th…that was 12 years ago in Holland.
Venue: The Penny Black, Bicester
Review/notes: It was a day of mis-direction, starting with the G-Had against the Bicester Hash and moving on to the beer order: “I’ll have That One.” “This one?” she asked, pointing at the pump. “Yes, but no…That One.”
The sleight of hand continued with the pint as it looked and even tasted like a thin mild but was still 4.7% abv. Not much flavour to this one, but with the mouth of a mild, maybe I should have tried a different one.
[DT =Daily Tipple, explained in DT #000 here]
Monthly consolidations/compilations: January
So it has come to this…1000 posts in less than 3 years (975 days, to be precise).
In that time we have come quite far together: 712 pub stops, 4025 miles running (1740 unique miles in the UK, at that), almost 96000 views of this blog (averaging about 200/day the last few months after slow beginnings) and tons of ridiculous shit that I should bring me disgrace. In that same time, I have only managed my way onto one proper publication (with acknowledgements in a few others, although another paper from the Cambridge work is almost finished) and one patent, and for that meager output I truly am ashamed; but, my big bag of guilt still has a bit of spandex left and, besides, I left plenty of tired, old impropriety across the Atlantic to make room for new experiences so let’s keep piling it in.
One of my favourite pub experiences was early on at the Chequers in Cottenham which I hope has reopened since we left the area. I have some favourite pubs in various places but no one favourite nationwide yet. The map, linked here and over to the left of the page gives you the names of pubs reviewed or otherwise used as a template for my blather in this document and makes a nearly comprehensive reference for planning a pub crawl in Oxford, Swindon, Cambridge, Ely, Faringdon, Kidlington and Bicester; many other areas are covered less extensively but it should continue to grow over the coming years.
Pub count by date...summer surge came late this year
Here are some of my favourite posts out of that ridiculous collection, if you are at all interested or just bored:
Picking on the deceased, especially one’s betters, is always worthy: Arthur Stanley Eddington plaque. Other times, the sciences offer jobs that are hard to resist (but the job has been filled and removed from the HR site since then). Never sure if it was an attractant or repellent, and still don’t understand what the dog had to do with it (unless it was a Cocker).
Many articles about running as tourism have been posted, but some are better than others. Place names tend to be the best for humour…like these here. Or this one. We actually drove about 10 miles out of our way one weekend trip for this hamlet, but the signs have been stolen so often they stopped putting them up. Claims to never having paid for it aside, this was a nice if mistaken sight. Deep in Cambridgeshire you find some good place names, and they seem to treat strangers well on Hills Road Cambridge. Our first trip to Wales resulted in disappointment with this highway’s promise.
The daily Haiku was a feature early on, before I realised just how many pubs were going to be reviewed. The best ones happened spontaneously like this one on a trip to London.
As I write this I am suffering stigmata…okay, I accidentally stabbed myself in the palm with a screwdriver this morning. Still, religion figures into the blog from time-to-time as it did about the ex-masturbators and the fisting-for-Jesus folks. In Italy, it is hard to escape the influence of the Church and so we gave into its temptations.
An eternal Dylan fan and no stranger to public nudity and substance abuse, I felt kinship with these guys. Other times the news is just ironic on its own. Romance is alive and well in Ireland, as this guy proves.
With luck running will continue and I’ll cover many more miles of virgin territory and review loads of worthy races (although my feelings have not changed for the ‘Finisher’s Medal’). Barely 1/10 of 1% into the stock of pubs to visit, I should be able to maintain this pace of coverage for awhile, as well. Best, to all, and here’s to 1000 more of this nonsense.
Regards to ‘Call Girl’ for this photo in the spirit of the joke
It’s not even my joke (I think it might be a Jimmy Carr, although it might be a Frankie Boyle), but it might get me banned from a hash. Here’s what happened…
Several messages appeared on the local hash’s mailing list in rapid succession last night with the subject: ‘BH3 Test‘ and the content : ‘Test Message’ and a name (different each time but apparently from the same location). Since no one else seemed bothered by this pointless waste of bandwidth, I entered the fray with something I considered fairly appropriate to the audience:
BH3 TEST MESSAGE
Tuesday, 21 December, 2010 0:08
The first thing that is required for this joke to work is that you realise I have a massive cock…
Okay? Then we are ready to begin:
Who cares? I’ve got a huge cock.
With the sort of filth I was regularly posting to previous hash groups I was involved with (only to have had all that material chided as tame or too intellectual), I am really surprised at the vehemence of the reaction to this joke I stole from a television comedy panel show aired around 9 pm on one of the BBC terrestrial channels.
To be fair, it is a very old group (mostly pensioners) but they are hashers and you have to be surprised that anything could make them blush. As a reminder, here are some of my milder posters from years past (click on thumbnail for better view…not safe for everyone’s workplace):
Back to new pubs as soon as I can get onto trails to run again (this fucking snow has me stuck on roads and bikepaths).
There was a beer and wine festival in Garth Park Saturday and included a couple of jazz combos (all part of a city wide jazz festival going on this weekend). Quite a pleasant day and I tried out a Summer Glory from Vale Brewery and Marshmellow from the Oxfordshire Ales micro brewery. Both were very smooth rides, perfect for a warm, humid afternoon listening to some standards. Unfortunately, I had a race in the morning and had promised myself NOT to show up hungover (or still drunk from the night before) at this one…first time in years!
Out for a slow 8 mile run I fancied a break and so crossed town to try out Trinity, a bar and restaurant in a converted chapel just off the market square and the Causeway. It is a very nice joint inside and the folks there couldn’t have been friendlier. I had heard that the prices were a bit steep but I had a lovely pint of cider for about £3.20, not an outrageous sum at all.
There were diners in the main room and I was quite literally dripping with sweat, so I opted to move out to the patio and found a seat where someone had earlier had some jam and toast. This was especially useful to me as it gave the wasps something to pay attention to other than my cider. However the staff rushed out and, with apologies, bussed the table thereby taking my decoy away. There’s something to be said for inefficiency, sometimes.
They do comedy nights, have other entertainment, and I understand the food can be very good (but I’ve heard mixed reviews, as well).