Yes, a mere week after BRAPA conquered Harry Potter Land, I turned up to survey the wreckage. This was my first trip since I took my Dad to see the magic gardens (the magic is they fleece you £6 for a cup of tea and cake) on his 80th birthday and I wondered if they’d… Continue reading POTTERING AROUND ALNWICK
MRS RM NABS THE BEST SEAT IN THE TAP
But even before that, the previous week saw hordes at the station. Yes, a few from Peterborough for the match, but also a collection of the extremes of pubgoing you normally get in Spoons. Matt and Emma came from Manchester to watch Malevolence do a live filming of their new single, probably an angst-ridden folk… Continue reading MRS RM NABS THE BEST SEAT IN THE TAP
MOONSHINE AND MAGIC IN THE MILLOWNERS ARMS
One last pint with Mick before he hit the Doom Bar in Sheffield’s iconic Wetherspoons, and one that wasn’t on his map. The Millowners Rest Arms, the pub for the wonderful (and free) Kelham Island Industrial Museum, was off my radar too. But once you’ve done the Fat Cat and the KIT it’s worth popping… Continue reading MOONSHINE AND MAGIC IN THE MILLOWNERS ARMS
HOW WE DIDDLIN’ ?
Just in case you hadn’t realised, BRAPA did make the Ale House eventually, determinedly coming back 5 days later to do it and not trusting my help this time #hurt. Back to my other visitors, and for all I know Mick wanted to be alone on his trip to Sheffield, But you’ll know we don’t… Continue reading HOW WE DIDDLIN’ ?
THE TAXI FOR BRAPA TAKES A WRONG TURN
Before I give you the taxi driver’s account of BRAPA’s mission to Sheffield the other week, here’s your latest selection from MumsNet. Remember, the poster is asking “AM I BEING UNREASONABLE ?“ I’m reluctant to offer advice on such weighty matters, but you’ll want to know that the answer to fixing the world’s problems is… Continue reading THE TAXI FOR BRAPA TAKES A WRONG TURN
THERE WAS A KNOCK AT THE DOOR
I was just preparing to do some gardening when there was a knock at the door. Imagine my horror to find Citra and Sheffield Hatter at the door, on the way to a pub. “Can retiredmartin come out to play ?” asked Will. “Only if I can come too” replied Mrs RM. It was only… Continue reading THERE WAS A KNOCK AT THE DOOR
TOP 100 PUBS – HARLEQUIN, SHEFFIELD
When I can’t find anything that rhymes with a pub, I just lump it in the Top 100 pubs. SURELY you know that by now. The Harlequin, one of 57 excellent free houses within stumbling distance of Citra’s luxurious hotel in Sheffield, had been calling me since pubs re-opened, but I’d been saving it for… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – HARLEQUIN, SHEFFIELD
CITRA MEETS SHAKESPEARE
This post is brought to you from the (unofficial) car park at Aysgarth Falls. I’ve checked, and there isn’t a micropub at the bottom. Last week Citra came to Sheffield. About time too. If he’d given more notice he could have kipped in our new garden shed; same offer I made the in-laws. 15 minutes… Continue reading CITRA MEETS SHAKESPEARE
A TONBRIDGE TOTTER
By a HUGE stroke of luck Kentish Paul was able to avoid me when I visited Tonbridge. It’s actually almost impossible for us to meet up when we do visit in-laws, as I have to sneak out when they’re asleep and then finding the key is a challenge. But having failed to tick new Guide… Continue reading A TONBRIDGE TOTTER
GUESS THE PUB CHAIN
What I really need is a device that only allows you to see the rest of the post (yeah, like you care) if you can answer that question correctly. If anyone said Wetherspoons, Hungry Horse of Magic Rock Tap House you’re in detention later. Anyway, we’re now in Kurious Kent, staying at my in-laws, who… Continue reading GUESS THE PUB CHAIN
