One for Life After Football now. I don’t know if he ever played at the Ricoh, but if he did his cultured clearances could have gone over the top of the Jimmy Hill statue (is it still there ?) and ended up in the lane comprising Hales Industrial Estate. DO NOT PARK THERE, even on… Continue reading GHOST TOWN
Month: September 2020
SERVICE AT THE HATCH
Pub Curmudgeon has recently written how Covid safe pubs can seem very welcoming, or otherwise, on their return. “And customers will remember where they were welcomed, and where they were treated like something the cat dragged in“. My particular bugbear is the blanket exclusion of drinkers from the pub itself, seen in a significant minority… Continue reading SERVICE AT THE HATCH
BLIND MONKEY
After concluding our house viewing Mrs RM, exhausted by questions about gnomes, grommets and gas cookers, said, “I need a pint“. You can tell who was driving. The Blind Monkey (ex-Firwood Cottage) only re-opened in 2018 so hasn’t graced the GBG yet. Perhaps it never will, as Don McLean sang. Worryingly, it’s owned by Speakeasy… Continue reading BLIND MONKEY
BLAKE’S HEAVEN
Never miss the opportunity for a play on a cult ’70s Sci-Fi series to play to your aged readers, eh ? Part II of Sheffield : House Hunting for people who just want a decent pub and a tram and a Chinese takeaway within 5 minutes walk. This was a second viewing on a Saturday,… Continue reading BLAKE’S HEAVEN
HOUSEHUNTING IN SHEFFIELD (I)
Mrs RM is loving this house-hunting lark. Personally, a day spent cleaning our house ahead of a viewing or traipsing round someone else’s home is a day I could have been in Devon ticking pubs that don’t want me. Thursday 28 August (yes, that far behind) produced 4:43 hours of travelling (starting at the Crow… Continue reading HOUSEHUNTING IN SHEFFIELD (I)
SHEFFIELD HAS SOMETHING TO CROW ABOUT
Ooh, lovely. Orange light inside a backstreet Sheffield pub. Yes, Sheffield, scene of some frenzied househunting this last week. But was it for us? 🤔 We actually stayed in the Crow, which I’m hoping is a preemptive tick as it comes from the same stable as the Rutland. And is effortlessly good. Add it your… Continue reading SHEFFIELD HAS SOMETHING TO CROW ABOUT
LIVE BLOGGING FROM TEIGNMOUTH SPOONS
Congrats to Pub Curmudgeon, who identified my location from the scantest of information. Some of you have asked for live blogging, so here I am, the worse for wear, eating halloumi and drinking Bays in Teignmouth Spoons. It’s a poor way to end the night before I head back to my campervan parked for free… Continue reading LIVE BLOGGING FROM TEIGNMOUTH SPOONS
“ANGIE, OH ANGIE, WON’T YOU OPEN UP YOUR MICRO FOR ME”
BRAPA is a hero of mine, up there with Tony Wilson and Kate Nicholls of UK Hospitality and Mrs RM. But I do burn with envy when he gets whole days of successful marking up of the Guide; 6 (six) new GBG pubs within walking distance of each other in London. My own ticking days… Continue reading “ANGIE, OH ANGIE, WON’T YOU OPEN UP YOUR MICRO FOR ME”
LOST IN A(SHCLYST) FOREST, ALL ALONE
Another night, another exciting pitched tent campervan in an empty layby on the edge of a forest I’d never heard of before. You can tell it’s Devon from the high hedges. Ashclyst is lovely, best explored at first light after the sleep of the just. If you want to sleep in pitch darkness, come here.… Continue reading LOST IN A(SHCLYST) FOREST, ALL ALONE
TIME FOR BASS AT THE GREAT WESTERN
I ended the night in Exeter, a huge disappointment as usual. Actually, it’s not THAT bad, but their little team of clodhoppers defeated Cambridge United in the Conference play-offs in 2008 and I still haven’t forgiven them. The GBG listed FOUR new pubs for me to visit, which would have got my Devon To Do… Continue reading TIME FOR BASS AT THE GREAT WESTERN
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