June 2026. London. A bit hot for a gig last Wednesday, but after a week in Armenia I really needed a night of cask and chaos in central London, and you won’t easily beat that Harp/Cock combo for a reintroduction to the joys of the English pub. I’d popped in the Sam Smiths last time… Continue reading EAVES WILDER ! (AND A FREE CAN OF JUBEL)
RAISING A PINT TO HUMPHREY
June 2026. London. In central London on the hottest day of the year, I had that joy of an aimless pre-gig wander through the capital, now so freed of traffic you can cross roads without looking and stand in the middle of busy streets taking pictures. It’s a city spoilt only by the presence of… Continue reading RAISING A PINT TO HUMPHREY
IS THE HARP KEEPING ITS COOL ?
June 2026. London. A day at the in-laws, bearing up in the Tunbridge Wells heat better than me, and then the 17:10 into Charing Cross for a gig. The rail advice was not to travel unless absolutely necessary. I asked ChatGPT for guidance. Well, there you go. It was like a fridge on the Southeastern… Continue reading IS THE HARP KEEPING ITS COOL ?
BACK FROM ARMENIA, WETHERSPOONS CALLS
June 2026. Royal Tunbridge Wells. We arrived back from Armenia at 1:30 in the morning, delighted to have won the Wizz seat roulette and secured aisle seats. A quick snooze in the campervan before a whizz down the A505 to see Dad in Waterbeach, and then a tortuous 3 hour slog on the hottest day… Continue reading BACK FROM ARMENIA, WETHERSPOONS CALLS
“When’s lunch ?”
June 2026. Armenia. Our week in Armenia comes to an end with a late flight home to Luton, and who doesn’t dream of arriving home at Luton Airport at 2am in the morning ? But first, Mrs RM has got a “short” tour planned before a dash to the airport. Quite a lot packed into… Continue reading “When’s lunch ?”
A ROLL OF THE DICE AT GARGOYLE PUB, YEREVAN
June 2026. Kond. Yerevan. One more bar that last night in Yerevan, and a 20 minute uphill slog to Kond. We had no idea why Kond was a recommended detour, beyond it being inaccessible. This pic from We Did It Our Way hardly draws you in, and about all I can tell you about Kond… Continue reading A ROLL OF THE DICE AT GARGOYLE PUB, YEREVAN
A DOR(S) BORE ? FLIGHTS AND FOOTBALL AT A YEREVAN TAPROOM
June 2026. Yerevan. Our final night in Armenia, Sunday proved the busiest of the lot, the streets around Republic Square heaving with families. Pavstos Buzand Street in particular seemed as classy a dining street as anywhere in London W1. Despite the sign opposite Dors Brewpub, it was all notably sober despite Mrs RM’s and my… Continue reading A DOR(S) BORE ? FLIGHTS AND FOOTBALL AT A YEREVAN TAPROOM
THE SINGING FOUNTAINS OF YEREVAN
June 2026. Yereven. At ten to nine, the whole city of Yerevan seemed to descend on Republic Square. And bang on nine, the singing fountains outside the national museums and Government buildings came to life. Press PLAY to try to identify the classical piece being played. Quite a cultured lot, the Armenians; the Yandex driver… Continue reading THE SINGING FOUNTAINS OF YEREVAN
CHARLES AZNAVOUR
June 2026. Yerevan. Armenia. After three years of delving ever further into eastern Europe and onto the Caucasus, you learn not to have too many preconceptions about countries you only know from Eurovision and the preliminary rounds of the Conference League. Behind our “Boutique” hotel, a small hut sells fresh fruit and veg for pennies… Continue reading CHARLES AZNAVOUR
THE DARGETT TAP AND KOND PEDESTRIAN TUNNEL
June 2026. Yereven. This is Mrs RM’s tick list for essential sites in the Armenian capital, denoted by camels. Reader, I saw zero camels in Armenia. These mini-posts are mainly to jog Mrs RM’s memory of an epic Yerevan mop-up day last Sunday, though if I do get some Armenian views I’ll be delighted, as… Continue reading THE DARGETT TAP AND KOND PEDESTRIAN TUNNEL
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