While I wait for the Tears at 11.30, here’s some pics from my Cambridge walk this morning while I waited for Mrs RM to complete her dental treatment. Did I ever tell you I left it 34 years between dental appointments (1979-2013) ? That was a mistake.
Mrs RM’s dentist is on Newmarket Road, home to the Abbey Stadium, a decreasing number of pubs and the back entrance to the Grafton Centre, cause of the destruction of the Kite 40 years ago.
See if you can work out why it was called the Kite.
The area was very much “Town” to King’s Parade‘s “Gown“, a place where my dad used to deliver flowers and I bought Marvel comics and got my hair cut.
Outside the Grafton in Burleigh Street you can still buy Sci-Fi, spend £25 on a cut, and eat 47 varieties of noodles.
Back in 1983 when the Grafton opened, sounding the death knell for all the town department stores apart from John Lewis, my pub of choice was a Charles Wells brewhouse called the Ancient Druids. (now one of our 322 Chinese restaurants).
My lunchtime drink of choice, chosen to ease the pain of Economics lectures on my Accountancy Day Release course (9am to 9pm) was Snakebite.
It took me till my 20s to graduate to proper beer, at Cambridge classics like the Free Press,
and the Elm Tree.
I strolled across Parkers Piece, admiring the exterior of the eponymous “Tavern” and the tribute to Jack Hobbs.
Under Lockdown there’s nowhere to hide from the cold, so I just kept walking while Mrs RM’s appointment was delayed. And delayed.
Back on the edge of the Kite, take time to admire the Fire Station, whose style gives a nod to Peckham’s “Library”.
A style rather lacking from the two pubs across from Anglia Ruskin “University”.
But frankly, a pint of Everard Original in the Tram Depot would do me right now. I just don’t fancy having to add a burger and chips to the order.