Mrs RM says I’m coping remarkably well with the latest Lockdown, and she may be right. I guess I’m safe in the knowledge that Duncan and BRAPA and The Maltmeister can’t visit any more pubs than I can, though quite how many pubs will be left to tick when they’re allowed to re-open is anyone’s… Continue reading VIRTUAL PUB PLEASURES via GOOGLE MAPS
Month: January 2021
I WANNA LIVE WITH COMMONSIDE PEOPLE
No, not Jarvis obsessed at all, not me. The new rules mean I can only take one member of our household for our hour’s walk, so I made sure Mrs RM accompanied me on the most arduous hike up the hills of Walkley yesterday. “Ten minutes walk = 200 calories = half a can of… Continue reading I WANNA LIVE WITH COMMONSIDE PEOPLE
WHAT NOW ?
We settled down to hear the entirely unexpected news of Lockdown 3 last night, comforted by a shared can of Gold Label. One can between the two of us was plenty, I have to say. Gold Label was the best option from that Whitehouse Convenience Store I keep marking on the OS extracts. It’s that… Continue reading WHAT NOW ?
MYSTERIOUS MEERSBROOK
“How far are you from the seaside ?” asked Dad, after I’d taken him and Mum for their second Pfizer jab on Sunday night (thank you, NHS). Old people are OBSSESSED by the seaside, aren’t they. Well, Dad, it’s about 1:40 hours on the train to Cleethorpes, 2:35 to Blackpool, 4:25 to Aberystwyth, 6:04 to… Continue reading MYSTERIOUS MEERSBROOK
MORE MOOR MARKET MARVELS
Another day in Tier 3, another day where I can cock-a-snook (whatever that means) at you lot in Tier 4, which now includes Cambridgeshire. I have NO idea what further deprivations Tier 4, or Tier 5, or Tier 99 will bring, but rest assured the upshot will be that the only person able to visit… Continue reading MORE MOOR MARKET MARVELS
TICKING THE GOOD BEER TAKEOUTS
Regular readers will know what I think about home drinking, and the superiority of the pub over the lounge. I’m a dying breed. Some of Beer Twitter took offence at this, rather missing the point Mudgie was making back in July when he noted the “rancid snobbery” of folk horrified that anyone could enjoy a… Continue reading TICKING THE GOOD BEER TAKEOUTS
NEW YEAR’S DAY
Don’t worry, I won’t be quoting Bono lyrics at you. But apart from playing U2’s prime piece of sludge rock, New Year’s Day is famous for ill-prepared families attempting a significant walk somewhere with hills. Obviously if you live in the Fens you’re not spoilt for choice for hills, so you walk up and down… Continue reading NEW YEAR’S DAY
THE 2020 AWARDS ISSUE – MASKS, MOTORING, MARIA McKEE, MUDGIE
I’m legally required to publish an Awards issue for my Patronised readers; it’s a bit like a company AGM but without the power points and biscuits. You’ve had the monthly micro analysis, here’s the annual accounts. Place of the Year – Gloucester I seemed to be making weekly trips there in the Spring to visit… Continue reading THE 2020 AWARDS ISSUE – MASKS, MOTORING, MARIA McKEE, MUDGIE
AT MY WICK(ER’S) END
I spent New Year’s Eve staring at my blog stats, hoping for a late view from Greenland, to no avail. Mrs RM would (actually) have been in Nuuk in August but her world trip was cancelled due to Covid. I’d popped down to the Wicker in the afternoon for another cask take-out, this time from… Continue reading AT MY WICK(ER’S) END
IT’S A BREADCAKE !
I know I promised an awards issue but I’m still taking legal advice on one of the winners; sorry if you’ve dressed up especially. Where were we ? Ah, Fagan’s. We headed into town, pausing to admire Tetley and Gilmour’s liveries. Guess which one of these is in the GBG. Tier 3 is no better… Continue reading IT’S A BREADCAKE !
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