Any trip out with Mrs RM has some frisson of excitement and potential for disaster.
And so it was in Greater Nottingham last Monday, where we searched for the soul of “Rough Notts” that Alan Winfield warns me about all the time.
But first a pub-less visit to the centre to track down a piece of wizardry to make youngest son’s new Hi-Fi even louder. You’d be surprised how much proper Hi-Fi Richer Sounds sells these days.
No pubs; we were saving our Spoons vouchers for Newark later and the Alan-recommended Hop Merchant was somehow overlooked. We even resisted this one;
The Bell isn’t what it was a decade ago, when I would recommend it to anyone lost in the (now largely GBG pub free) centre.
We can be disciplined when we put our minds to it. Mrs RM was clearly tempted by the cutting edge fashions in West End Arcade, a real throwback to the ’70s.
As was I by this excellent looking record shop with Nottm Forest autographs from the time when Alan wore short trousers.
The area south of the Royal Centre tram stop is surprisingly old-fashioned, and a real contrast to the Paul Smiths, Brew Dogs & Annie’s Burger Shacks in the east.
I’m not saying Mrs RM was desperate for a beer, but it was at Foxy’s she started the “You can go in if you want” routine. I’m fairly sure Alan has memories of Foxy’s from it’s days as the “Jorrocks and Stirrup” or whatever it was.
When I resisted she went and splurged in Lush, while I had a cheaper ten minutes admiring dead pubs next door.
Having spent twenty minutes in Lush, we then had to rush back to the station, stopping only for a loo stop here;
We’d have bought a drink, but the queue was ridiculous (or the service slow, you choose).
With three minutes to spare, Mrs RM explored the concept of train beer. A great choice of craft in Tesco Express.
Then they changed the platform two minutes before departure and Mrs RM had to run.