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
Month: March 2019
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
THEAKSTON TAP BRAINSTORMING
2 hours is a long time to kill in Masham, so I continued my aimless wander looking for pictures of sausages in French berets, and quirky old fashioned delis. My hopes were high for the Yorkshire ham sandwich at Reahs Deli, but wafer thin ham slices in a cheap brown roll just made me… Continue reading THEAKSTON TAP BRAINSTORMING
SMASHIN’ MASHAM
After Aberdeen I took a week off from pubs (“DryEarlyMarch”, anyone ?). I felt no better for it, mind. And I certainly wasn’t prepared for another lengthy bus trip to Masham. I can’t even blame Beeching for the lack of a railway station in Masham. I’d allowed myself an insane amount of time to rediscover… Continue reading SMASHIN’ MASHAM
ABERDEEN – IT’S A WRAP
My last Aberdeen post, promise. I met Mrs RM at the Marischal, looking lovelier than ever (Mrs RM, not the Marischal). Any plans I had to take Mrs RM on a tour of Aberdeen’s famous pubs went out of the window; whether due to that evening in the Krakatoa or the cumulative effect of IT… Continue reading ABERDEEN – IT’S A WRAP
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
QUEASY IN OLDMELDRUM
Our last day in Aberdeen. It was only three days, though reading these posts may have aged you by months. I set off from the bus stop right outside the Northern Hotel (good rooms, dull breakfast). The KFC next door was open till 3am for late night chips, the direct bus service has slightly less… Continue reading QUEASY IN OLDMELDRUM
BUST-UP AT THE BUS STOP
My shortest post for years. Partly because the 5* WiFi in Hull is only 2.5*, and partly because I want Oldmeldrum to stand on its own merits. You left our hero (Mrs RM) escaping from the Krakatoa karaoke before it got messy. Anyone chivalrous would have ordered a taxi for the mile or so back… Continue reading BUST-UP AT THE BUS STOP
KRAKATOA ! – DON’T EAT THE URINAL CAKES
Warning : Contains urinal cakes Warning to Pashmina Pauline : Contains Gents loos Warning to BeerMat : Contains “Summer of ’69” Yes, it can wait no longer. A return visit to Krakatoa (aka Moorings), the most fun you can have in Aberdeen without falling in an oil slick in a kilt. Standing proud facing the… Continue reading KRAKATOA ! – DON’T EAT THE URINAL CAKES
“THEY INVENTED CRAFT, YOU KNOW”
Yes, some dickhead really did mansplain that to his other half. I’d have photographed him but I’ve never mastered selfies. When I arrived just before 7, Mrs RM was already in the BrewDog on Castlegate, opposite the flagship Spoons. A bit like when you say you’re going to America people want to know if you’re… Continue reading “THEY INVENTED CRAFT, YOU KNOW”
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