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The Blog Has Gone To A Farm Upstate   Leave a comment

 

 

There won’t be any new posts at this address.  I have, for a 2nd time, run out of allotted storage for the Endless British Pub Crawl Project.  If you go to the start page of the original Endless British Pub Crawl, you’ll find an apt explanation of what happened to this one (the Endless British Pub Crawl Continues), as well.  Don’t worry… the drunkenbunny version of the blog has gone upstate to chase rabbits on the farm we sent 1pumplane to stay.

The Original Endless British Pub Crawl covered the first 1292 pubs and other things between 14 January 2009 and 5 January 2015.

This continuation, which ends with this post, covered 5 January 2015 until today, 07 October 2018.  In addition to the other nonsense, you can find write-ups for pubs #1293 – 2175.

Another blog with another name is next and will cover all the same nonsense as the first two and still will be there to entertain me more than my audience; most of you lot are not even a consideration.

If you came for the pub write-ups (you sad bastard), it is probably easier to find one you are interested in on the map (linked here).  It covers all three iterations (so far) of the blog.

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Who ARE All These People? Or, “Going Private”   Leave a comment

 

There were too many strangers reading this diary and I felt that it wasn’t healthy behaviour for them.  I needed to take some responsibility…this really shouldn’t be interesting material to the intended audience (people I actually know AND like, so not very many out there) which is now outnumbered by about 2500:1 (see the traffic plot for the last month or so, above).

So, the three versions* of the EBPC have been made private with access requiring a WordPress account and my revocable permission (in that order).

The blogs are still viewable by pre-privacy subscribers but a review of these will commence to thin the herd of SpamBots, unrelated businesses, and generally incompatible subscribers.

*1pumplane which covered the period from UK arrival to January 2015,
drunkenbunny — this blog — covering thereafter until I run out of storage allocation in a few weeks, and the EBPC3 which is ready to pick up from there.

Here’s what a future access request to me looks like:

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The answer, of course, will usually be, “No.”

 

Second Best Date Ever   2 comments

The blog title for this entry alludes to what still is, far and away, the ideal date mentioned a few years ago.  Still, get yourself one of these and fit a strobe light in your bedroom.

Expect more of my “woke” credentials as the blog progresses.

Glorious Failure (blog post on Fetch Everyone web site)   Leave a comment

{see note after this repost of a Fetch entry I wrote … }

It was never meant to be, nor should it ever have been. Yet, there we were lining up for the start of the 30 Pack Marathon…in July…in Tucson, Arizona. Madness.

Why? Described in greater detail at my old full-time blog (Link (roll over me to see where I go)) the idea grew from a stupid suggestion meant to shut up a bunch of us that wouldn’t stop banging on about (or, indeed, banging out) Beer Miles. “A real man would do it as a whole marathon and would drink a case…no! A 30 pack!” came the wag‘s taunt and several of us thought, yeah…he’s RIGHT!

So, I arranged for a local hostelry to supply the beverage and shelter (years before the Ice Bucket Challenge, we were grateful for the buckets of ice water thrown over us every two laps by the staff who came in for the stupidity on a normally ‘closed’ day). There was a beer at the start and one every 1/29th of a full marathon thereafter (the loop through this desert neighbourhood back to the bar, The Meet Rack).

No one finished. One guy that still claims to have done also still brags about cheating and several of us making an honest go of it laughed at him as he poured out half or more of the later beverages. I was pulled by the medical team (a military town, a lot of our running group were combat nurses) in the midst of lap 24 whilst trying to crawl out of a ditch. This was the least of the indignities photographic evidence shows that I (or, anyone else that made it past the halfway point) inflicted upon themselves.

Strong coffee, fatty food, and a pool to soak in at the hotel across the road (managed by a former Rack employee, so open to us) helped with the recovery up to the point that I realised I had severely sprained my ankle during one of the many falls in the last couple of laps.

There was never a time limit set, though, and the following week –still in pain from the sprain– I returned, ordered up 7 beers, downed one, and walked back to whence I had been carried away in ignominy. From there, a slow jog around the remaining course, then the other 5 laps. The victory was sweet.

{It is the time of the Fetch Everyone advent calendar — no idea when this link will go dark, but not before Xmas 2017 — and behind each door there are running gadgets and treats that, by checking the door, you can get entered into a prize draw.  There are also ways to get extra tickets in the hat and the one for today required a 100+ word blog entry titled “Glorious Failure;”  this happened in previous years, too, and is usually the only time I use that blogspace.  So, I threw together a brief description of the 30 Pack Marathon and posted it there with more of a P.O.V. of a participant in the first one, less of the founder.  I like the way the note came together and thought, while not good it isn’t really half bad, either; so, it is copied here where I am more likely to refer back to it.  There may be more of these — depends on what Fetch comes up with.}

 

 

TFL Run Project   47 comments

Note: Project now completed.  See the final post for a synopsis or the links, below, for individual lines.

There was this kid I corresponded with a couple of years back that was systematically hitting the London Underground stations in date order of their opening, having a pint in a nearby pub, then describing the architecture and history of both. I was jealous of him both for having the opportunity and the imagination not to mention he’s a much better writer). You can find these and an abortive subsequent project in his blog, INNSide Track.

I have been trying to figure out how to structure my next themed runs since finishing the LOOP and the A to Z runs, respectively, in May and September. I think I’ve found my quarry in a variation on the INNSide Track theme: run to every station on the TFL system. It is impractical, in this blog, to have a pint near every station not so much for the volume (my hollow legs have been well documented) but because I have already logged so many of the potential pubs — especially in the western and northwestern parts of the system. There will be drinking, of course, but there may be whole sections of quite a few miles without pubs that haven’t already featured here in “DRUNKENBUNNY” or in the earlier “1PUMPLANE” incarnation.

Runs must stop at each station in sequence, so overlap may result in redundant visits.  For instance, if I want to get to Finchley Road from Harrow-on-the-Hill but have already done Wembley Park on the Jubilee Line, a second stop there would be required. However, Harrow-on-the-Hill to Uxbridge does the Metropolitan Line for that potential full run as well as the Piccadilly Line from Rayners Lane to Uxbridge, all in one trip.

The final limits are these have to be tube, rail, or tram stations (bus routes would be madness).  These will include all Underground, Overground, and DLR; Trams are fairly close to buses, but I will strive to do these despite the dearth of “stations” to tick off.  No timetable for completion, but as I am hoping to move to The North or The Midlands in the next year or two there is some sense of urgency.  Wish me luck.

Update 16 March 2018: Completed

Here are the lines in order of completion:

London Trams

Central Line

Metropolitan Line

Bakerloo Line

Circle Line

Hammersmith and City Line

District Line

Victoria Line

Piccadilly Line

Waterloo & City

Northern Line

Overground

Jubilee Line

Docklands Light Rail

Eight full years   Leave a comment

Drunken Bunny UK

We arrived in England 8 years ago, yesterday and I started writing this blog a month later.  I’ve done this annual tribute every year since.  This one is short.  Here are the highlights:

I became a British Citizen 3 months too late to vote in the Brexit Referendum.

I ran in the Wales Marathon and stopped, en route, at some pubs (which may not surprise regular visitors to these pages).

 

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I drank in 260 new pubs bringing the tally to 1722.  Moving house to the outskirts of London made the difference, here…before the move, the number of new pubs was 51 (in 6½ months); after the move, the virgin running territory yielded the other 209.

Drunken Bunny Liqueurs has branched out to include brewing with a mead in the works (started a month ago but not yet bottled and will need a year of rest, thereafter).  Reports on this will follow, in due time.

Year 9 is starting rainy and cold and with an 11 mile training run to steer past (or, rather, through) a pub.  Here’s to the same old stuff for another round.

Previous recaps:
Year 7
Year 6 (but more info in the end of the Daily Tipple series and the Year of Fish and Chips)
Year 5
Year 4
Year 3
Year 2
Year 1

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Anything interesting happen in the news, yesterday? #USElection2016   4 comments

Everyone was so happy at Cambridge my second day at work. It was 20 January 2009 and, late in the afternoon, most of the Chemistry Department retired to the commissary to watch Obama’s inauguration. My boss said I seemed a bit subdued and I told him that, yeah, this was wonderful but that it wouldn’t last and that was why I was abandoning my US citizenship.  I’ve taken a lot of mockery about that these last several years.

I hate being right.  But, this wasn’t a new prediction — I saw all of this clearly more than 40 years ago during the Bicentennial festivities.

 

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This bottle of malt that lives in my desk taunts me. If I start drinking before the day is over, I may never stop again.  RIP, America…it was occasionally a noble experiment.

You stupid, stupid motherfuckers.  You talk all that shit about needing your guns to protect you from tyranny, all that braggadocio about patriotism.  Here’s your chance, you big bunch of pussies.