An exciting looking travel map for a change, though it’s been a quiet couple of weeks back from Wales, as I sort out Dad’s paperwork (it never ends), delete photos, and bring the blog completely up-to-date for the first time since COVID. Seventy posts, fifty-three (53) pubs, from old (Bath Star), to new (Alexandra, Newport).… Continue reading AUGUST ’26 STOCKTAKE + SEPTEMBER PREVIEW
WHY STOP IN LUTTERWORTH ?
August 2026. Lutterworth. The Great British Bank Holiday never disappoints; our trip home from visiting Dad wrecked by bumps at Grantham and, after a switch from A1 to M1, Leicester. We paused at Lutterworth, not as exciting as Shepshed or Rothwell I grant you, but it’s only 5 minutes off the motorway, and has a… Continue reading WHY STOP IN LUTTERWORTH ?
BASS AND CRISPY BEEF NIGHT IN CAMBRIDGE
August 2026. Cambridge. I drove down to Waterbeach yesterday to see Dad. The back pain is worse than the pain from lack of recognition now, and I at least got to watch “Chitty Chitty Bang Bang”. Having sold Sunnyside I’ve got to find somewhere cheap to stay overnight to break the journey, and Whittlesford opposite… Continue reading BASS AND CRISPY BEEF NIGHT IN CAMBRIDGE
THAT RONNIE O’SULLIVAN MURAL
August 2026. Sheffield. Part 2 (of 2) from Cluedo Pubs with Walsall Evo, which was one of those days that makes this blogging lark so worthwhile. As a shy 22 year old newly qualified accountant with a stammer I wouldn’t have believed I’d be chatting to such interesting folk every week as I approach middle… Continue reading THAT RONNIE O’SULLIVAN MURAL
FINDING COLONEL MUSTARD
August 2026. Sheffield. More “Ticking the Tickers” on Saturday, as I finally meet up with one of my favourite bloggers Evo of EvoBoozySaddler fame. I’d been waiting till Walsall got a new entry in the Beer Guide to catch up, but it looks like that’s never going to happen so he had to visit me.… Continue reading FINDING COLONEL MUSTARD
A WOMBWELL WOBBLE
August 2026. Wombwell. Greater Barnsley. “You’re weird” says Mrs RM, which I’m taking as a compliment. A week after that foreign holiday in Wales, I’d barely left Sheffield. At Dad’s care home this afternoon, the lovely staff note my absence from Waterbeach for a couple of weeks* and I feel guilty. By Thursday, my brain… Continue reading A WOMBWELL WOBBLE
USING THE SPOONS VOUCHERS
August 2026. Sheffield. Walking back from that Bass-less Loxley Sports Bar through Hillsborough, I once again fail to walk past the door of the Spoons. This is definitely the year of Wetherspoons, and not just because I didn’t lose my 50p tokens this year. For a start, they’re my default loo stop on long urban… Continue reading USING THE SPOONS VOUCHERS
ALL THE PUBS IN SHEFFIELD ON FOOT. No. 163 – THE LOXLEY SPORTS BAR & GRILL
August 2026. Sheffield. Nearly six (6) years in Sheffield now, and there’s still several dozen pubs I’ve still to visit, including this one a mere 7 minutes walk from my front door; Sadly, he Rose has been closed a year now, and I feel guilty I never popped in, having stood outside during Lockdown mouthing… Continue reading ALL THE PUBS IN SHEFFIELD ON FOOT. No. 163 – THE LOXLEY SPORTS BAR & GRILL
NEVER DENY MRS RM HER PINT OF JAIPUR IN THE FARGATE
August 2026. Sheffield. Mrs RM’s had to take a pair of shoes back, and walked a new pair in on the mile down into central Sheffield, where the first Christmas decorations were spotted on 23rd August. You’ll be thrilled to know we’ve already completed our Christmas shopping. Sadly, these exhertions caused flare-up of Mrs RM’s… Continue reading NEVER DENY MRS RM HER PINT OF JAIPUR IN THE FARGATE
STILL NO REAL ALE AT THE ETIHAD
August 2026. Manchester. Your traditional contractually obligated “first game at the Etihad” post you’ve no interest in. AFC Bournemouth at a traditional time, too, 2pm on a Sunday. The August fixture traditionally finds me scrabbling around for “new and shiny” pubs, having long ago completed the Greater Manchester section of the GBG. And there are… Continue reading STILL NO REAL ALE AT THE ETIHAD
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