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Feb11The Famous Ship Inn pub bar booze hotel quiz real ale restaurant food garden :: [comment] :: [delete] Well, Sandgate anyway. Shornecliffe Redoubt was on this week's Time Team, and they found precisely none of what they were looking for... they did stop for a pint in The Ship though.
Grand weekend, after the rugby and an early dinner we went on a bit of an adventure yesterday evening, to Saltwood, by train, and then on to Hythe. Saltwood Castle is a very nice pub, though the walk to it from Sandling station is a bit spooky in the dark. We'll have to do this again in the summer when the evenings are lighter and we can have a good peer at all the big houses. Real ale in the pub and darts and food and all that, would be worth moving to Saltwood for. From there, a further blind hike into Hythe, another mile or so, and then a pint in The Bell and The Butt of Sherry. A pubtastic weekend!
Mostly a lazy day today, watching Time Team was about the peak of the excitement.
Gentle, meandering, even slightly boring, new adaptation of an Alan Hunter story featuring Martin Shaw as the eponymous, straight-as-an-arrow 1960s detective.
Sue Barker and co present what promises to be a thrilling match as defending champion Roger Federer takes on Rafael Nadal in the men's singles final.
Another day, another murder for DCI Tom Barnaby (John Nettles) and his team to solve - but at least there's some lovely countryside to distract us from all those corpses.
Michael C Hall returns as the serial killer who's on the side of the angels for a second series of you-can't-say-that humour, stylish photography and deftly twisted morals.
The boys argue that you can't call yourself a car fanatic unless you've owned an Alfa Romeo at some point. So they buy themselves three, each for under £1,000.
Comprehensive debunking of one of the more absurd 9/11 conspiracies - the one centred on the "mysterious" World Trade Center 7 building.
Surely the pinnacle of Steve Martin's career: this is romantic comedy as it used to be, as it should be. Nimbly adapted by Martin himself, this is Cyrano de Bergerac cleverly transplanted to present-day America.
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