One last post from Germany 2015, and then I’ve got my entire photo collection on the internet where it will be safe FOREVER. We flew to and from Dortmund with Ryanair for £19.99. You can walk from the airport to the local railway station and travel anywhere in the region for about £30 for a… Continue reading DORTMUND DAWDLING
Month: May 2020
A DOUBLE IN DUSSELDORF
More German holiday pics from 2015 to make Dick and Dave jealous. Having found a little stash of photos from that German trip with James I might as well press on while I can still remember any of it. I was using the Good Beer Guide to Germany back then; in a BRAPA-style fit… Continue reading A DOUBLE IN DUSSELDORF
DREAMING OF DUISBURG
Waterbeach is back to its cosmopolitan best. We can have takeaways from the Italian run pub, the Chinese chippy, the English pub, the Turkish kebab van, the Bangladeshi curry house, and finally the Cantonese takeaway. And this morning Boswell (no relation to James) the Baker had apple strudel served by the delightful German lady who… Continue reading DREAMING OF DUISBURG
DOM KOLSCH
The only way to follow Oldham is, of course, Cologne. To assist those of you who didn’t get a “B” in Geography “O” Level, I’ve shown Cologne in relation to England. Well, Dover, anyway. You’re here because I’ve found my small stash of foreign programmes that Steve Earl used to sell 5 for a… Continue reading DOM KOLSCH
OLDHAM AND THE SHEWEE
No, it’s not a 1980s BBC drama starring Patricia Hodge set in a Lancashire mill town. It’s the answer to today’s crisis. How will we go for a wee when (if) the pubs re-open ? As always, Stafford Paul is on the money. Sit-down toilets are a health hazard; it’s urinals or nothing from now… Continue reading OLDHAM AND THE SHEWEE
Eynesbury’s Royal Antediluvian Order of Buffaloes
Oooh, aren’t people angry today ? Mrs RM is so angry she’s thrown out all my old IndyMan glasses. You can read more about that on MumsNet. In 1970, when people were angry about important things like Sir Alf’s substitutions against the Germans, my Dad entered a competition to see who could drive the… Continue reading Eynesbury’s Royal Antediluvian Order of Buffaloes
VISITING BARNARD CASTLE
Last night’s Government Briefing heralded a new dawn for GBG tickers (if there’s any pubs left to tick in 2024) with the announcement of the dual-carriaging of the A66 between Scotch Corner and Penrith. I reckon that’ll save another 9 minutes off future journeys into western Scotland and the Lakes, which along with the improved… Continue reading VISITING BARNARD CASTLE
A PLACE IN THE SUN
Suddenly, Waterbeach has come alive. Just like Peter Frampton. ALL our cosmpolitan food vendors are operational in some shape or form, and we even had a food cart over the road from my parents selling Bao Buns this week. My parents stayed put. There was a queue for the buns, and a queue round… Continue reading A PLACE IN THE SUN
BOSCOMBE, BARNSLEY & BADGER
Dave asked about the intrinsic character of British football clubs. Well, some are known for their lovable, colourful fans, some for their grace in defeat to City neighbours, some for, well, nothing at all. For 377 years Bournemouth & Boscombe ticked along in complete obscurity, exercising squatters rights in the third tier and accidentally achieving… Continue reading BOSCOMBE, BARNSLEY & BADGER
BAR HILL – SMALL HILL, CLOSED BAR
Remember folks, this is the ONLY place you’ll find blog posts about unremarkable post-war Cambridge villages and their closed pubs. On yet another gorgeous sunny day (Matthew wants to know why it always rains in Manchester) I thought I’d do Bar Hill. More 1967 and all that. This was South Cambridge’s attempt at affordable housing… Continue reading BAR HILL – SMALL HILL, CLOSED BAR
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