Mrs RM said I should show you her our house.
One of those boxes of vinyl has obliterated New Zealand off the wall map. Serves them right, cocky sods.
Here’s the office where Mrs RM plans my trips to Homebase, Dunelm, B & Q, Wickes etc. etc.
Yeah, like I care either.
The office contains my entire collection of beer books; CAMRA Guides to Belgium (Webb), the Great North Road (Protz) and the Basic, Unspoilt Pubs of Britain (Coe). I care little for beer except when it’s drunk in pubs.
But Mrs RM has enjoyed her daily deliveries of wallpaper samples, routers and boxes of craft beer.
She signed up for Beer 52 last month despite my reservations (“I can cancel anytime !”).
I’ve been impressed so far, bar the glossy books telling you how AWESOME new beer style are. There’s a good mix of the sort of beer you might buy from one of Sheffield’s 87 beer shops if you were already drunk.
In truth, Mrs RM is less enamoured by the coffee porters and the Rhubarbra Streisand than I am, and she tend to nick the best cans off me when she finds one she likes.
And she’s already got stroppy with Beer 52’s famously resilient sales team, resisting their efforts to up our order from 8 to 10 cans a month (actually I suspect Mrs RM thinks it’s 8 a day).
Research suggests that getting out of your Beer 52 sub is tougher than getting your contact details deleted by Readers Digest.
Anyhow, here’s that classic from Georgia’s finest, one of my first 7″ purchases from 1980.
You find some real classics on Dutch pop TV.