Be Excellent To Each Other

This afternoon I embark on a pub crawl called Pipes & Ales, an annual event that is at once terrible and glorious. Being at work alas I can’t go for the full run, but I am finishing at 4:15 so I can enjoy a good chunk of this debacle at least. Lord Rixondale, foolhardy fellow that he is, is going for the full stretch. How punishing is the crawl?

Well nine years ago it wasn’t so bad. We had nine pubs. Unfortunately our group fell into the tradition of adding one pub each year. This was fine and good fun for a while, but gradually we began to sense our ultimate peril. Hendricks, the gloriously strange Biggles colonialist type fellow who runs the event, has effectively vetoed calls at each Pipes & Ales AGM to reduce the number or even halt the addition of further pubs. And we can’t stop him, as he’s like the UN Security Council or something rolled into one bleary eyed, Churchillian, pipe smoking gentleman of great moral authority.



So now, after nine years, we’re stuck with a damnable eighteen (count ‘em!) pubs.

11:15 – Ramons Restaurant (a greasy spoon to get the bedding down)
12:00 – The Tavern
12:30 – The Mackintosh
13:10 – The Pen & Wig
13:45 – Bar Incognito
14:15 – Central Bar (Spirits Only)
14:40 – The Vulcan
15:20 – The Traders Tavern
16:05 – Los Iguanas (Two cocktails minimum)
16:50 – Kiwis
17:25 – Mulligans
18:00 – The Cottage
18:35 – The Prince of Wales
19:15 – The Old Arcade
19:50 – The Rummer Tavern
20:35 – The Goat Major
21:20 – Dempsey’s
22:05 – The Gatekeeper
22:45 – HM The Queen’s Vaults

As I said before, Rixondale is doing the full run. I shall be joining at 4:15 at Los Iguanas, kicking off with two cocktails. Thus I shall only be drinking ten pints and two cocktails. Anyone lurking in Cardiff is free to turn up and point and laugh at all this foolishness. We can guarantee readings of letters to the landlord in the Rummer and Old Arcade, the toasting of famed serial killers and war criminals in The Cottage and a rousing lengthy rendition of the anthem ‘Stoke Your Briar’. No half pints are tolerated, natch.

Good lord. Will anyone of the fourteen or so hardy souls who attempt this actually survive? *Choke*

Pete, that is a stonking pub crawl taking in some of Cardiff's best booze holes. I hope that you survive (both the booze and the natives)

I'm going to keep that list, I always struggle for to remember good pubs to visit.

That's a heck of a list. Good luck with the hangover tomorrow!

Woooah, and here I go!

Fuck. Me. Sideways. That's hardcore. I want in next year.

good luck Pete ! sounds like a hoot and a holler

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What state was the good lord in?

I lost him around the Goat Major, I went on to Dempseys, then met house mates at The Gatekeeper - I think. I'm not sure. I can't remember a chunk around HM The Queen's Vaults. I remember going back to Dempseys for Twisted by Design and meeting my friends Sue and Tom there and we danced a lot. Hmm... Jimbob and Hanna were there too. I remember that now. I was tidily sick in the toilet cubicle and then went dancing again, but felt very tired. Shared taxi home with Sue. By accident let a cat into the house, played with cat with a ping pong ball for half an hour, threw cat out, went to bed.

Rixondale was holding up well, last I saw him. I bet he went to Metros.

Sweatros on a Saturday after a long afternoon in the pub is always the best plan.