The Guardian performs a major public service for the nation's drinkers
It has, in its doubtful wisdom, hit upon what it considers to be the nation's 200 finest pubs. I'm not my stomach is up to calculating what these people look for in an 'ale' house.
And so, courtesy of the map, I can be confident that I can drink anywhere for miles North, South, East or West of Croydonian Towers, without the place being infested with its readership, as apparently there are no decent hosteries between Herne Hill and Richmond in the 'North' all the way down to Dorking and Crawley in the 'South'.
You too can ascertain whether your drinking pleasure will risk being interrupted by Guardianistas by having a damned good click on its map.
And so, courtesy of the map, I can be confident that I can drink anywhere for miles North, South, East or West of Croydonian Towers, without the place being infested with its readership, as apparently there are no decent hosteries between Herne Hill and Richmond in the 'North' all the way down to Dorking and Crawley in the 'South'.
You too can ascertain whether your drinking pleasure will risk being interrupted by Guardianistas by having a damned good click on its map.
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Thaank the Lord. mylocals' not on it. Kent is a lefty-free area anyway. I'm just wondering how a Gaurdianista managed to navigate so far away from the M25!
Ah well, at least if they turn up at the Mochyn Du in Cardiff, we can all start speaking nothing but Welsh. Or buy them a drink for not being the anti-blog bastards from The Times. Shame they missed the Vulcan though.
But their taste in London pubs is strange, no, abysmal... They missed all my favourite haunts! Where, for instance, are the Doric Arch (formerly the Head of Steam), the Lamb, Ye Olde Mitre, De Hems, the George Inn, the Windmill on Clapham Common, the Glasshouse (in New Malden), and of course the Spread Eagle? And if we stretch the defintion of London, the Derby Arms, which probably just holds memories of great days losing a fiver at 200-1, but is a happy place nevertheless...
And they're spot on in Birmingham (apart from forgetting the Anchor), but they missed absolutely everything in the Black Country. Talk about metropolitan elites...
That North London and Oxford appear to be such pub rich environments while Sarf London and Essex are not tells one much.
I note that they have steered well clear of naming any pubs near the Graun's Clerkenwell offices. Fancy.
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