More exciting football and pub memories from The North. From Wednesday I’ll be legally able to visit Barrow as long as A) I’m back before midnight and B) I don’t need the loo or any food while I’m there, I think I’ll visit Somersham instead. Only two trips to Barrow in my lifetime, the… Continue reading BARROW – BACK IN THE BIG TIME
Month: May 2020
TALKING OF BARNETS….
I’m keeping this a Covid-free zone and pressing on with (a pub-less) life. But after last night our Matthew has decided that he’s not going to be cutting any more hair in Manchester for a while yet, even with masks on. His Instagram video on how to cut your own hair is essential viewing; I… Continue reading TALKING OF BARNETS….
SOUTHPORT FOR THE SCRIMPER
Let’s revisit Southport. Goodness knows, enough scallies have broken the lockdown to have picnics on the dunes along the Sefton coast this week. If you believe the media. A bit of a bargain destination over the years, starting with a 2003 holiday at Pontins. Now, a good test of the strength of a marriage is… Continue reading SOUTHPORT FOR THE SCRIMPER
WOMBLED
A special treat for you this Sunday. TWO football programmes, Hans Segers AND South-West London. Yes, Wimbledon it is, though last time there I seem to have taken the iconic No.44 down to Summerstown because I enjoy London buses so much. American readers may be surprised that top football team The Dons actually began… Continue reading WOMBLED
BENTS, BASS, PEDIGREE, JOULES & DENNIS VIOLLET.
That gallon of Nike from Milton Brewery was gone by 11am this morning. A pint and a half each for breakfast. Beer is at its best when drunk immediately, I always think. Matthew Thompson, in his lovely tribute to Florian Schneider, reminds me of Uerige in Dusseldorf whose lovely Alt is best drunk fresh… Continue reading BENTS, BASS, PEDIGREE, JOULES & DENNIS VIOLLET.
DRINKING AT HOME
The sun is shining (again) so I’m clearing out the garage (still). Mrs RM has ordered a skip for Tuesday, which prompted one of our rare but ridiculous arguments before I remember I should just do what I’m told. An hour later she popped out to Milton Brewery, theoretically just across the field from… Continue reading DRINKING AT HOME
DARLINGTON – QUOFFING IN QUAKERLAND
That’s the first and last time I use the phrase “quoffing“. Eagle-eyed readers will note yesterday’s Swansea programme from ’76 cost a staggering 12p. Today, same division, just two years earlier, Darlo’s is yours for a shilling. EVERYTHING cost a shilling in ’74, before the 3 day week and hyper-inflation heralded a Callaghan Government… Continue reading DARLINGTON – QUOFFING IN QUAKERLAND
HOBSON’S CHOICE IN CAMBRIDGE
Another trip to the Co-op, another stroll round an empty Cambridge, another hour spent surveying the sad sight of locked up pubs. A few are bravely staying open for takeouts, the legendary Cambridge Blue offering 4 beers from the barrel. If I’d been walking town with an empty jug I’d have been very tempted. Into… Continue reading HOBSON’S CHOICE IN CAMBRIDGE
SWANSEA – JACKASTORY
Last time out you got a programme from 67-68, the year Manchester City began their 50 year dominance of the League Manchester. Nine years later, we have Workington‘s last year in the League, and the start of Cambridge’s rise to glory, as we raid the Steve Earl programme bundle and visit lovely Vetch Field,… Continue reading SWANSEA – JACKASTORY
FRIENDLY FULHAM
I’m about 3.14159% through clearing our garage, which is cluttered with paint pots, electronics with no obvious purpose, a set of Leak valve amps, 32 years of National Geographic (possibly some pub articles in there), and about a thousand football programmes. Including this one. No, I wasn’t there. I’m not THAT old yet. A… Continue reading FRIENDLY FULHAM
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