I know you’re desperate to read about my birthday (22/12, listed in all good 2021 diaries). 2020 was always going to struggle against recent birthdays in Morocco, Havana, Barrow and New Brighton. But the sun rose, marking 56 years on earth. I always say if I reach 62 I’ll finish the GBG and emulate Duncan.… Continue reading SALVAGING A BIRTHDAY IN 2020
Month: December 2020
2020 IN REVIEW – FEBRUARY
Despite (inexplicably) having less days than January, February was almost as good, as I dodged floods and Storm Ciara. Best view – The floods had left their mark in Shropshire, while Spring came early in Watchfield, and Stafford Paul arrived in Congleton with a plan that never quite made it to fruition. Rather like Matthew’s… Continue reading 2020 IN REVIEW – FEBRUARY
PANIC BUYING IN THE MORRISONS BEER AISLE
I was woken at 6.30 this morning by a sharp nudge in the ribs (steady, Russ). “You need to go and do a big shop. But get me a coffee first“. Yes, Mrs RM has fallen for the hysteria sweeping the nation following the French blockade. I can confidently say that the last French item… Continue reading PANIC BUYING IN THE MORRISONS BEER AISLE
2020 IN REVIEW – JANUARY
I’ve got exciting things to write about. A trip to the tip in north Sheffield, panic beer buying in Morrisons, closed Wetherspoons in Hillsborough. Bet you can’t wait. But we’ve reached the stage of the year where I’m so desperate for blog views I trawl through the blog for those “Best of the year” features… Continue reading 2020 IN REVIEW – JANUARY
PLANNING MY BIRTHDAY (22/12)
After yesterday’s announcement I know you’re all worrying about the big day. What WILL I be able to do on my 56th birthday on Tuesday (22nd December). I don’t know. One thing is certain; it won’t be as good as last year. Johnny Mathis brought a tear to my eye after a wonderful night on… Continue reading PLANNING MY BIRTHDAY (22/12)
“Are there many pubs near you, then ?”
This blogpost may be useful to the many millions of Londoners currently fleeing for the safe harbours of The North. I was one of you once. “Pray God to survive one more weekAh, but are they happy?You’d be surprised… between the bed and the booze and the shoesThey suffer least who suffer what they choose“… Continue reading “Are there many pubs near you, then ?”
“Full disclaimer… I HAVE lost one of your presents”
I’m a bit worried Mrs RM has started reading this blog. “You need to say I didn’t FORCE you to look at carpets with me” she said today. “You didn’t force me” I meekly replied. Then she forced me to look at carpets with her. Again. Is this what Tier 5 looks like ? “Yes,… Continue reading “Full disclaimer… I HAVE lost one of your presents”
ARTISANAL IN S6
Mrs RM has joined the Wonderful Walkley Facebook page. Not much about pubs on it, so far. Not even many reminiscences about The Rose House, the only pub on South Street, Walkley’s main drag. I can’t wait to get in here and see whether they’ve got Bass on (SPOILER : **) With the Rose, and… Continue reading ARTISANAL IN S6
SO, HOW’S YOUR BLACK EYE FRIDAY ?
‘Twas the Friday night before Christmas, and all across the land lads and lasses donned Father Christmas hats and drank 8 pints of Bass Carling WKD in the nearest pub after their jovial boss, probably called Martin, sent them home after lunch. Well, no, of course they didn’t. There are no pubs, Proper pubs anyway,… Continue reading SO, HOW’S YOUR BLACK EYE FRIDAY ?
LEAVING TIER 3
Clickbait, of course. There IS no possibility of leaving Tier 3. Sorry, BeerMat, Wickingman, Old Mudgie et al. But I had to return home to Waterbeach to collect some more of Mrs RM’s shoes and power tools this week, which I guess means I was in Tier 2.5 for a day. I took the train,… Continue reading LEAVING TIER 3
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