A Trio of West Country Pubs Part 1

[OwlHoot]

Didn't Dim claim gricer?

Nah, not Dim's laconic style, unless he can also manage to imitate a discursive Stephen Fryish whimsical windbag persona.

I thought I'd sussed who was behind Gricer, but they flat denied it and I can't think of anyone else.

[pacharan]

Gricer, Pachers and now this lemon. All from the West Country.

Coincidence or just one sad ?

How dare you

[oracleslave]

Nah, not Dim's laconic style,

Oh I dunno. He managed to hide behind this personna

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for a while before being fingered and banned by admin

[AtW]

for a while before being fingered and banned by admin

He should have kept up with the payments - "the wife took all my money" does not exactly work with admin.

HTH

[Doggy Styles]

Ah Malc, that takes me down memory lane. I was down Devon way on a cricket/golf tour a few years ago, and we were billeted in The Moorland Hotel in Wotter. Not exactly near Launceston, but down the road past Tavistock.

Have you ever been to The Moorland? It's a bit remote, next to the moor in fact, right on the very brink. But it's well worth a visit.

Anyway, the thrust of my story is that, in The Moorland's very well-stocked bar, there was the most amazing juke box, with nearly every punky number on it you could think of! After one hard afternoon chasing balls in Cornwood (who supplied us with fantastic teas by the way) we had a jolly night back at The Moorland with some of the locals and other guests, gyrating and pogo-ing to Stiff Little Fingers and the like.

We all went to bed so late it was only an hour before we had to get up again for a quick 18 holes. We were feeling a little stiff that morning, I can tell you!

[Malcolm Buggeridge]

Ah Malc, that takes me down memory lane. I was down Devon way on a cricket/golf tour a few years ago, and we were billeted in The Moorland Hotel in Wotter. Not exactly near Launceston, but down the road past Tavistock.

Have you ever been to The Moorland? It's a bit remote, next to the moor in fact, right on the very brink. But it's well worth a visit.

Anyway, the thrust of my story is that, in The Moorland's very well-stocked bar, there was the most amazing juke box, with nearly every punky number on it you could think of! After one hard afternoon chasing balls in Cornwood (who supplied us with fantastic teas by the way) we had a jolly night back at The Moorland with some of the locals and other guests, gyrating and pogo-ing to Stiff Little Fingers and the like.

We all went to bed so late it was only an hour before we had to get up again for a quick 18 holes. We were feeling a little stiff that morning, I can tell you!

Now that sounds very much like the establishment that I am going to detail in A Trio Of West Country Pubs Part 2!

[Old Greg]

Now that sounds very much like the establishment that I am going to detail in A Trio Of West Country Pubs Part 2!

Isn't Gricer boy's partner called Malc?

[Mich the Tester]

Isn't Gricer boy's partner called Malc?

Yep.

Funny name for his right hand.

[Doggy Styles]

Now that sounds very much like the establishment that I am going to detail in A Trio Of West Country Pubs Part 2!

The Cock and Bottle didn't ring a bell, but maybe I'll recognise the next one. I was once a regular tourist of the southerly parts.

Have I told you about my mate Ted? He had a magnificent constitution and his arse would peak by the second day of a cricket tour. Several establishments in the area have temporarily emptied as a result. One betting shop in Minehead actually closed temporarily!

[pacharan]

One betting shop in Minehead actually closed temporarily!

Did you visit Old Mother Leakey's Tearooms by any chance?