Back at Taylor Towers we let BRAPA score our tea-making and showed him the plaque commemorating his previous visit.

Being a nice chap he’d bought me a present that I unwrapped immediately, being anti-Christmas.

Wow.  Bass ashtray and beer mat.  Stolen from Bridlington, no doubt.

Jealous ?

Mrs RM told work to “Do one” for the afternoon (easier when you’re self-employed) and joined us on the train into Cambridge, where an uncertain number of BRAPA ticks awaited.

A similar walk to the one we did with the Southworths back in the Summer, except today it was freezing and wet. Simon wasn’t coping well.

Starting with the Calverley Brewery Tap, a prized tick due to Thr-Sat opening. Mrs RM does the honours while Si eavesdrops on conversations about fanzines.  Of course.

A life goal for Mrs RM achieved

I’d promised them pizza from the food truck outside the Calverley, but of course that was shut.  I’d promised them pizza is the theme for this post.

With 20 minutes till Tick No. 2 we (OK, Mrs RM) made the rash decision to revisit the Cambridge Blue.  I’ve either lost or deleted my notes, if I took any, but you’ll get the idea.




Not all our glasses, note

Yes, I bought Mrs RM a half of Tally Ho. Only a half, but.

This is when it started to go wrong, as I eyed up the dregs of the Maredsous someone had left.

No glasses were nicked

And then trotted back to the bar for a Cornish Xmas beer that we shared amongst us in a Christmas way.  I rated it a 4.5, but you probably guessed that.

5.5%, tasted double that

Anyway, we could have stayed there all day, and should have stayed for food, but Simon had another tick, the Blue’s sister pub round the corner.

Sadly not an official City pub

I’d promised them pizza, a Blue Moon specialty, but of course (?) they weren’t doing pizza as there was a music all-dayer on, so we just had strong keg beer and admired the hats


And by then we’d missed our train, and Simon had an hour to wait, and the Alex was on the way, and, and.

Fantastic beer outside the GBG

Great beer and burgers, and chips which Simon happily nicked.  Then he realised his last train left in ten minutes, so we sprinted for the station, leaving Mrs RM in our wake.

I got there first, bought Si his ticket to connect with Ely, and turned to hand it over.  But he’d disappeared into the night, just making his connection.

“Simon !, Simon !”  I shouted in the ticket hall, pathetically, like Alan Partridge meets BRAPA or something.

And that was the last train that left night, due to drones on the line that night.  I suggested to Mrs RM we walk home.  She told me to do one.


    1. I occasionally do miss the train, especially when I’m in a group of equally inebriated companions, but the saving grace is we don’t leave it that late, so there’s normally another.

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  1. “Jealous ?”

    Only of not being able to admire it in person. 🙂

    “while Si eavesdrops on conversations about fanzines.”

    And he left us all hanging, the barstard.

    “I bought Mrs RM a half of Tally Ho”

    Does Mrs RM drink any beer that’s less than 6%?

    “and admired the hats”

    I now understand the term ‘bobble head’ better. 🙂

    ““Simon !, Simon !” I shouted in the ticket hall, pathetically, like Alan Partridge meets BRAPA or something.”

    I was thinking more along the lines of Dr. Zhivago.

    “She told me to do one.”

    You lucky bugger!
    (hmmm, perhaps I misunderstand the slang?)



  2. I’m not particularly anti-Christmas, but I can join you in so far as I detest the look of Christmas tree lights strung up across the ceiling in pubs. When I see photos of that I begin to think, “You know, old Ebenezer Scrooge may have been *onto* something…” 😉

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    1. Mark,
      if you’re “not particularly anti-Christmas” maybe you’ve not been about as many years as me.
      it was fine when I was younger and it was all about the true meanings of Christmas, the birth of Jesus and getting rat arsed, but not it’s far too commercial with no chance of strolling down a high street that’s not obstructed with sheds selling tat in the guise of being “a Christmas market”, not that I might mind a proper small Christmas market selling turkeys, sprouts and tangerines – and a market day extension so the pubs were open all afternoon.

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