HAD a boss ratings there, you know. Fucking boss one, on me phone, work in motion, type as you watch. Real-time shit. And then some mad fella come into The Croc and started asking everyone mad questions about whether they supported Liverpool or not on about 41 minutes...
THAT was a summer, weren’t it? What have you been up to? I’ll be honest, I’ve tried to swerve The Reds, there; I haven’t seen a minute of pre season, didn’t really get involved in all the transfer voyeurism, just sort of lived for a bit, which was sound. It meant...
I DON’T like to start on a bit of a downer and that, but someone needs to do something about these referees, mate. That fucker Friend wants fucking legging out of the city boundaries, like fucking Thelma and Louise, but instead of a load of bizzies, it is Andy...
SUN is out, bank holiday weekend = BBQ in our house. Not in the house, that would be wild, carbon monoxide alarms going off all over the gaff, trying to watch the game through a fog of smoke, like frigging Beijing or something, with one of them masks on. To be honest,...
ROME. What a city. Some of the things you see here are second to none. Some of the buildings leave your jaw open, agog, amazement and wonder spread all over your face. Wonderstruck, struck by wonder. Imagine being a peasant, from Germania, circa 400 years BC or...
FUCKING Stoke. I’m going home for a cup of tea in a glass. Going to smash the living daylights out of all of me bowls, cups, plates and anything that looks like they might make it in Stoke. Single-use plastic lad, that’s where it’s at. Use it once, lash it in the sea....
BRING on yer Roma by the score. Next week bring them on by the thousands. I’ll be the lad dressed as a Knights Templar on a holy mission, with shark suit Under Armour and a massive suit of armour over the top. Go ‘ed yer shithouse, stab my arse now. I went to...
I GET all the good ones… I had thought before kick off that an early goal is exactly what we needed. Quieten the crowd and kill their hope. Actually, it arguably worked against us. We drifted through the game from then on rather like a training session and were...
DID you see that lovely article that Dion Fanning wrote about his lad, and dinosaurs and him loving Mo Salah and that? It was lovely that, wasn’t it? Would have brought a tear to the eye of even a hardened, misery arse that, wouldn’t it? I couldn’t help but think,...
A LOT has been said after the game last week about the Manchester City bus. Oh god, the poor bus, like the fucking thing had feelings, like Pinocchio or some shit. Papa, I’m a real bus. No your not lad, you are made of wood, you bellend. Pep Guardiola crying his way...
The second episode of season one of The Pub Crawlers Podcast was recorded ‘Down The Local’ in Liverpool, as Rob Gutmann hosts Steve Graves and Adam Melia to discuss pub table etiquette, men’s shoes, Kate Bush, and more…
The Pub Crawlers Podcast represents a quest to find the very best authentic UK pubs, filmed on location inside some of the finest boozers across the UK and Ireland.
Well, sort of. It’s equally about friends having three to four pint-fuelled, quintessential pub conversations, on any subjects that damn well occur to them, in a range of outstanding boozers across the land. So, really, it’s as much about what we get up to in pubs as the pubs themselves.
The shows are presented by self-styled boozer connoisseur and long-time pub designer and owner, Rob Gutmann, who is on a mission to find the very best pubs in the UK and to define the essence of the ‘true’ pub.
Featuring a wide range of guests (mainly Rob’s mates), we’ll be visiting pubs the length and breadth of the country, bedding into the very best of them, and chatting about our lives lived in and around boozers.
The first season of the Pub Crawlers focuses on the North of England, taking in Chester, Sheffield, Manchester, Liverpool, and even a brief foray to the north side of the Midlands in Nottingham.
Plug yourself in to the ongoing conversation as it disappears down all manner of tenuously pub-related worm holes, with your new mates at TPC. And you don’t need a pint to enjoy us, but it might help…
