Parental Advisory : Contains a handled glass. Oh, too late. I actually booked my onward train to Cheadle Hulme ON THE TRAIN to Piccadilly. If I can keep this level of IT competence up, I will soon be able to order a beer without Mrs RM’s help. My first Wednesday tick was either to be… Continue reading SHOWER DODGING IN CHEADLE HULME
Month: May 2021
TO MANCHESTER !
Tomorrow the pubs open their doors so that us bloggers will have something more to blog about than complaints about wine gardens and ordering by apps. I can’t wait, and I’d better make a decision about where I’ll be tomorrow. Go on, guess. Some will complain about table service and social distancing remaining in pubs,… Continue reading TO MANCHESTER !
AND ALSO THE TREES
Tuesday saw the tree-choppers arrive. Honestly, there’s always someone at our house; plumbers, plasterers, electricians, Beer 52 delivery driver. The Sheffield economy has grown by 54% since Mrs RM (also 54) arrived. A week after electing the Greens into the Council on a “Chop No Trees” mandate, we chopped down the giant leylandii (fir tree… Continue reading AND ALSO THE TREES
THE SUN SHINES ON HANGING HEATON
It was good to see a vaccinated BRAPA so cheery at getting his first Beer Guide ticks since April, and I was happy to attempt a risky 3rd run tick at Hanging Heaton Cricket Club on the way home. Si was in that cheery mood that differentiates Pub Men from Beer Bores, and proved great… Continue reading THE SUN SHINES ON HANGING HEATON
JIMMY RIDDLESDEN
If you’re stuck for which photo to lead with on your blog post, ALWAYS go with the pub cate. I assume this is the house cat for Riddlesden’s Willow Tree, she certainly seemed at home (pub cats are always girls, aren’t they ?). I’d phoned ahead, breaking one of my main rules of pubbing, to… Continue reading JIMMY RIDDLESDEN
OTLEY APP-ENINGS
You left me admiring Simon’s certificate of vaccination, which will allow him to jump the queue to get in Surrey’s micropubs, ahead of all those 20-somethings who throng Haslemere Hop Haus and Dorking Draft Dorm on a Saturday night. Surrey can wait, on Monday I was “Taxi for BRAPA“, taking the great man round the… Continue reading OTLEY APP-ENINGS
GERMAN KEBABS & PISTACHIO ICES – BRADFORD PART II
You left me in Bradford, my dreams of pre-BRAPA curry dashed, and feeling suddenly famished as 2pm came and went. Still found time to admire the art in Little Germany though. I was looking for something local, so I popped in the new German Doner Kebab in the Broadway shops. Now, I’d normally avoid these… Continue reading GERMAN KEBABS & PISTACHIO ICES – BRADFORD PART II
TO BRATFUD IN SEARCH OF BRAPA (AND CURRY)
Late on Sunday The Pub Ticking Phenomenon Known As BRAPA asked about catching up the next day to tick Sheffield. 7 hours spent checking Facebook, Twitter and the Micropub Almanac revealed that ALL 3 of Si’s targets were likely to be shut, so I suggested being DES on a tour of West Yorkshire. “Could we… Continue reading TO BRATFUD IN SEARCH OF BRAPA (AND CURRY)
TAKING A PUNT
“Do you miss Cambridge ?” they all ask. Well, no, clearly not, or I wouldn’t have left. Duh. But the city does have its appeal, and despite it being the obvious touristy thing to do, taking a punt along the backs is the second thing I’d recommend after 5 pints in the Blue. In typical… Continue reading TAKING A PUNT
FUELLING THE CAMBRIDGE TOURIST BOOM
My trips back “home” to check on Mum and Dad are weekly events, so expect some exciting blogging on Cambridge’s famous Doom Bar and John Smiths Smooth outlets over the summer. Our visit at the weekend coincided with the climax of the fun fair. Note the extensive Covid precautions. It’s probable Covid is scared off… Continue reading FUELLING THE CAMBRIDGE TOURIST BOOM
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