Today’s tidy up produced a hoard of 27 new CAMRA magazines for US Dave to collect on his next visit, probably to the Maidenhead Murk Mania In May festival. Confession: I printed Ullage out off the web for this photo, as the copy I had was dog-eared, but at least it’s not burnt. No favourites… Continue reading YOUR ANNUAL CAMRA MAGAZINE PILE AWAITS, DAVE
SO WHERE TO NEXT ?
All those three post days have taken their toll. I’m up to date, with nothing to write about. Except Mrs RM’s new campervan. Bye bye, giant Adria. And hello, slimline campercar. About a third the size, so Mrs RM will have no excuse for not driving this down narrow Cornish lanes while I panic. The… Continue reading SO WHERE TO NEXT ?
NOT EVEN SLIGHTLY SOZZLED IN SEVENOAKS
19th February 2020 A night in the UK’s dullest town Premier Inn. I don’t know what Mrs RM did wrong in a previous life to be born in Tunbridge Wells, marry me, have a HQ in Maidenhead and get sent to Sevenoaks to work. But she soldiers on. A mile into town and a lone… Continue reading NOT EVEN SLIGHTLY SOZZLED IN SEVENOAKS
HARVEY’S IN THE ROYAL OAK
19th February 2020 On Thursday I popped down to meet Mrs RM in Sevenoaks ahead of a big adventure I’ll tell you about later (rest easy). The Thameslink train towards Brighton, if it’s not cancelled as usual, stops at London Bridge and spares you much of the chaos of the Kings Cross/ Underground route with… Continue reading HARVEY’S IN THE ROYAL OAK
NOTTINGHAM – A HAZY RECOLLECTION
18th February 2020 The train journey from Aslockton to Nottingham was notable for some terrible criminal damage by L***s fans (above) and a ticket man (what are they called Tom) railing against the evil of contactless payment. It was drizzling when I arrived at 15:23 on Platform 2, a mere half mile from the ticket… Continue reading NOTTINGHAM – A HAZY RECOLLECTION
ASLOCKTON – 23 MINUTES FROM NOTTINGHAM
18th February 2020 Tantalisingly close to being up to date on the blog, but those trips to find new ticks get ever more exhausting. I’ve been lucky with the weather though, compared to the poor folk in Worcestershire whose cricket ground is once again a water polo stadium. A first ever trip to Aslockton, on… Continue reading ASLOCKTON – 23 MINUTES FROM NOTTINGHAM
CHELMSFORD – SWEARING ON THE WID
17th February 2020 WARNING : ESSEX On Monday night I met up with friends on the edge of Chelmsford, which hasn’t graced this blog since 2016, amazingly. With a couple of hours to kill I had time to do the county town justice. No-one told me it was now a city. One of Nick Clegg’s… Continue reading CHELMSFORD – SWEARING ON THE WID
