Mrs RM has just started an assignment in Northampton. She’s probably in the Rifle Drum with a pint of Fosters as I wrote this* Before she started I took her on a night out in Hereford, which possibly wasn’t top of her Bucket List but there you go. Getting close to a REAL classic pub… Continue reading POETRY LIES IN THE LION OF LEDBURY
Month: July 2018
WELL I HOPE BRAPA-MAN WILL REMEMBER, A SOUTHERN CAMRA MAN DON’T NEED HIM AROUND ANYHOW
Perhaps my longest blog title so far. Russ will know. And perhaps Simon will do a response to my response to his blog about Cambridge pubs. Of course, it’s custom and practice for pub bloggers to slag off the local pubs of each other’s home towns, unless they’re visiting Stockport, of course. But, as… Continue reading WELL I HOPE BRAPA-MAN WILL REMEMBER, A SOUTHERN CAMRA MAN DON’T NEED HIM AROUND ANYHOW
A NIGHT ON NICKEY NACKEY LANE
You’ll know how I love an accommodation bargain. Not much chance of that in York, where £30 will buy you a night in BRAPA’s man-shed* (if you wash up), but a great deal at the Jolly Sailor in Cawood on the Ouse. Just 387,000 Wetherspoons plates stacked end-to-end from Selby. It’s a particularly pretty… Continue reading A NIGHT ON NICKEY NACKEY LANE
SOME LIKE IT HOT – COOL BEER NEAR DRAX
Selby gets a bad press from pub bloggers, apart from me and BRAPA; goodness knows what R. Coldwell Esq makes of it. It helps if you like power stations. Drax is the star round here, an “Angel of the North” for the M62 east, if you like. But my Beer Guide tick takes me to… Continue reading SOME LIKE IT HOT – COOL BEER NEAR DRAX
WALKING THE YORK
That’s York. Rubbish, isn’t it ? No wonder BRAPA jumps on a train out of town every weekend. I heard more folk moaning about the railways today. No idea why, there’s at least one direct train daily between Selby and York, and some of them get there the same day. They probably moan about how… Continue reading WALKING THE YORK
SORRY
That was our lot in Glasgow, but as you’ll see below the sun never sets on Glasgow at the end of June. Iron and Wine come from the complex but delicate end of Americana; the Old Boys in the Laurieston would probably approve. Even if they wouldn’t recognise their most famous tune (PARENTAL ADVISORY:… Continue reading SORRY
TOP 100 PUBS – THE LAURIESTON, GLASGOW
I just re-read my last post and realised how little detail there was about essentials like beer names, hop varieties, toilet breaks recorded, peanuts spilt etc etc. That’s because Pubmeister and Madame Luna were such good company I didn’t take notes or photos. And that’s how it should be. But I was always… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – THE LAURIESTON, GLASGOW
GLASGOW BURNS
Next up, a pint with Pubmeister and the effervescent Madame Luna at the Raven, which is the first pub that pops up when you type in “Glasgow” on WhatPub so it must be central. It’s certainly not far from Primark. But only after I’d dragged a fudge-caked Mrs RM through the gleaming Merchant City, and… Continue reading GLASGOW BURNS
IN GLASGAE. IN THE DOGHOUSE
The last leg of our Scottish trip took us past the home of Beer Guide completist and overall legend Pubmeister on the way to Scotland’s First City. There may be a vibrant craft beer scene in Scotland but it isn’t producing many new Beer Guide entries (and that Hippo place closed), just the Raven this… Continue reading IN GLASGAE. IN THE DOGHOUSE
RESCUING MRS RM FROM AN AYR SPOONS
Another short post about Ayr, disappointingly free of alliteration but with comforting words about cask in Spoons. Mainly, this is for members of the Royal Society for the Protection of Mrs Retired Martin, who you’ll remember I’d left to waddle glide back into town while I looked at pub mirrors in the Abbotsford. On… Continue reading RESCUING MRS RM FROM AN AYR SPOONS
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