This is embarrassing.
A post on one of the greatest nights of my life and most of the pictures are from a Chef & Brewer in Waterbeach.
Sunday saw the return of Maria McKee to live performance, 3 years after a Dublin show where Mrs RM got admonished for waving her phone in the air to “Show Me Heaven”.
More importantly, last Sunday I got to hear Maria’s first new songs for more than a decade. Were they any good ? (SPOILER : Is VAR a bad idea ?).
A short trip to Hackney via King’s Cross was derailed by my ability to put today’s date into the rail planner, so we suddenly had 50 minutes to kill in Waterbeach on a Sunday. In pitch black.
Chef & Brewer run a picture postcard diner by the Cam, but they don’t run a pub.
While I surveyed the Greene King (and friends) pumps,
Mrs RM tried to commandeer one of the unoccupied tables, only to be told, Arden Arms like, they were for diners we could sit at the bar.
“SIT AT THE BAR !” Do we look like philistines ?
Eventually we negotiated a high table by the Christmas tree, and I plumped on this oddity.
So odd my phone camera had a panic attack. It looked like a Track collaboration, actually it’s Tapestry of Bristol.
Whatever, it was sensational, beer of the month stuff. Not that Mrs RM was swapping her Olde Trip for it.
How do Greene King do it ? Shame the “pub ” is so drear.
So valuable drinking and ticking time wasted (by me) and then the Overground between Highbury and Hackney was closed.
Aren’t replacement buses great?
MOTH club, which stands for Moth Club is actually rarely used for its original purpose of moth appreciation, being largely used for twee pop and “happenings”.
It’s one of my favourite venues, particularly when I find actual SEATS where I can plonk Mrs RM down and ply her with roasted peanuts and Five Points Pale.
Of course, if I’d not mucked up with train times you’d have reports from the Pembury on proper Five Points, but Mrs RM was happy with evil keg.
I couldn’t see a thing at the back, so I just listened.
An hour of completely new material in the baroque, operatic style, all of it stunning, some of it shockingly honest. The album of 2020, already. I’m never wrong you know.
We left before “Show Me Heaven”, a sop to the crowd who want the familiar.