Well, I really feel you’re with me on this “Hunt for a House : The X rated Northern Edition“. Thanks for all your really helpful advice about North/Midlands dividing lines and 1974 CAMRA boundaries; it’s really informing Mrs RM’s choice. Mrs RM had drunk 3 pints by now and was starting to say things like… Continue reading ORDSALL – MORE THAN A PILGRIMAGE FOR SMITHS FANS
Month: July 2020
THE CASE FOR GLOSSOP
New Mills is well under an hour on the train from both Sheffield (the Shakespeare) and Manchester (the Hare & Hounds). And therefore, potentially, our two lads. By contrast Glossop to Sheff is a bit of a sod by rail; better to walk across the little hill. Mrs RM remembered Glossop fondly from a wet… Continue reading THE CASE FOR GLOSSOP
LOVE ON THE ROCKS
You left me in New Mills, where Mrs RM was weighing up the Pros (world class views down the Goyt Valley) and Cons (poor reviews for the Chinese takeaway). “I could always go to Whaley Bridge for a takeaway” I offered, remembering a NCTSS 4.5 Chinese supper from 2008, which may reveal excess optimism on… Continue reading LOVE ON THE ROCKS
THE NORTH – AN ACQUIRED TASTE
(Before you ask the half was mine. #PintWomen ) At the weekend Mrs RM made me go and look at houses in the North. You know, THE North. Mumsnet readers know it well; ***************** ***************** Comic gold. I guarantee you, most Mumsnet readers think Stockport is in Manchester, which they think is in Stoke. GinDaddyRedux… Continue reading THE NORTH – AN ACQUIRED TASTE
“Can I order the plant pot on the Spoons App ?”
AKA. ALL GOOD THINGS COME TO AN END. EVEN IN SPOONS. You’re getting reports on ALL the pubs post 4 July. Even the dull Spoons. All things have their purpose; even the dull Spoons in Cambridge which James and I visited on Friday to see how the local “hospitality” sector was doing. The hospitality… Continue reading “Can I order the plant pot on the Spoons App ?”
No more “Dropping by for a swift half” 😕
On the way back home from Gosport I thought I’d stop in the Fox at Crawley (not that one) for a quick half. Somewhere between Winchester and that national pub of the year at Wonston we all love, 10 minutes off the M3. Look it up yourself, I’m typing this in a campervan parked up… Continue reading No more “Dropping by for a swift half” 😕
GOD’S PORT OF PROPER PUBS
There’s only really two view of Gosport that matter. The view from the Spinnaker tower; and of course the view from one of the dozen or so back street green or brown tile boozers. I didn’t get either on my flying visit, but I’ve still wrung THREE posts out of this trip. Which is top… Continue reading GOD’S PORT OF PROPER PUBS
GOSPORT YOU GREEN EMPEROR !
The only rule for this blog is “No jokes” *. If you believe you’ve seen a joke on this site, you’ve been hacked by Huawei and should go into hiding. Immediately. Before my live blogging experiment at lunchtime, you left me in Fareham admiring the Spoons. While there I realised I knew next-to-nothing about… Continue reading GOSPORT YOU GREEN EMPEROR !
THE A511 PEDI SHUFFLE
Live blogging for that person who asked for it in 2018 and then realised it was a duff idea. I’m sitting in the simple garden of the Old Thatched Inn with Mrs RM, who reckons my pint of Pedi is “nice”. That’s NBSS 3+ for you. Inside there’s a couple of locals, a couple of… Continue reading THE A511 PEDI SHUFFLE
FAREHAM IN 40
The nature of this blog is you get the warts and all of England, with and without pubs. I’m not saying Fareham is a wart on the Behind Of Hampshire, though of course I just have. It is to that county what Hemel is to Herts, what Bracknell is to Berks. Unexpectedly expensive, leaving residents… Continue reading FAREHAM IN 40
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