PALACES, PRODIGY, PUBMEISTER @ THE WYLAM TAP

  My last Newcastle pub for GBG19 was an exciting 45 minute 37 minute hike through the Ouseburn and Jesmond to Exhibition Park, hitherto unknown territory for me. Ouseburn, of course, went posh in the new millennium with the arrival of a children’s museum, craft beer in the Cluny and pashminas in the Free Trade.… Continue reading PALACES, PRODIGY, PUBMEISTER @ THE WYLAM TAP

TAPS ON THE TYNE, THEY’RE ALL MINE, ALL MINE

  From Masham, via Northallerton, to Darlington, retiredmartin on tour.  Unlike BRAPA, no T-Shirts or Official Soundtracks on sale. Even Mrs RM wouldn’t buy a shirt. Darlo is my accommodation choice. A lovely town, great train services, two new GBG pubs.  And cobbled streets like these where it’s completely safe to park my car for… Continue reading TAPS ON THE TYNE, THEY’RE ALL MINE, ALL MINE

SCRATCHING THE AITCHIE’S ITCH

Back in Aberdeen, via the hospital and every possible bus stop in the western suburbs, I pondered three things over flat whites in the Archibald Simpson. a) I would never have another beer, ever. b) It was my own fault. c) I couldn’t just sit in Wetherspoons nursing a coffee for five hours till Mrs… Continue reading SCRATCHING THE AITCHIE’S ITCH