Day 1 in Malaga. 12:30, time for lunch. Well, obviously that’s breakfast time in Spain, where everyone eats their tea at lunchtime. But the breakfast at B & B Hotel was a bit meagre, from the pastries and pate camp. Because we’d declined to have our room cleaned each night (Covid !) one breakfast was… Continue reading FONTS AND FREE TAPAS
Month: March 2022
MAGICAL MALAGA CATHEDRAL
Ten more holiday snaps from the Costa del Sol, as Mrs RM ticks Malaga Cathedral. I think I was dragged to Torremolinos (wait, wait !) as a tubby ten year old; I can just about remember the stuffed donkeys at the airport. Loads of Brits arrive at Malaga Airport each year; how many visit the… Continue reading MAGICAL MALAGA CATHEDRAL
BAR LEMMY OR BAR MORRISSEY ?
OK, first set of the Malaga holiday snaps. Enjoy, or look forward to me swapping Malaga for Dover in a week’s time. I knew almost nothing about Malaga, bar the fact that City nicked the greatest manager in their history in 2013, sending their brave team into freefall. I had no idea it was home… Continue reading BAR LEMMY OR BAR MORRISSEY ?
MY FIRST ATTEMPT AT ORDERING A BEER IN SPANISH IS A DISASTER
So, you were wrong. Our flight from Manchester Airport took us not to the Beer Guide oasis of Jersey or Kirkwall, but rather the GBG desert of Malaga. Bing Maps doesn’t have an air travel option, so you’ll have to believe it took us 43:35 hours by bus. This short trip was a concession to… Continue reading MY FIRST ATTEMPT AT ORDERING A BEER IN SPANISH IS A DISASTER
AIRPORT
Yes, we’ve been off for a short break to a mystical land WITHOUT BEER GUIDE ENTRIES, at the insistence of Mrs RM who’s bored of Sheffield, and also of Pro Properties of Hillsborough who want to get on with finishing off our downstairs en-suite garage conversion (special rates for Patronised readers of this blog). It… Continue reading AIRPORT
SUFFOLK HAS FALLEN
Much as I love Blackpool and Preston, I was pleased to get away from MicroCaskGin bars and back to pubs that look like pubs (blimey, listen to me), even if they are gentlefolk dining pubs in the heart of pashmina Suffolk. I mean, look at the White Horse in Sibton; 20 minutes from Southwold, 20… Continue reading SUFFOLK HAS FALLEN
THERE’S ALWAYS THE SUN
These posts get shorter and shorter. Next up, on my weekly trip “home” to Waterbeach, a rare return to my former local. Some things never change; the lights drawing you in, the 20 minute wait for the Chinese takeaway meaning you’ll get at least one pint in. I took Sis for a pint, just before… Continue reading THERE’S ALWAYS THE SUN
PIZZA IN PRESTON
No idea what that Squid Games art decorating the wall of the Northern Way in Preston is about, but it’s rather impressive. But I decided that with 40 minutes in town before the train home I was better off in a Proper Proud Preston Pub, and what more proper than a Spoons ? The Greyfriar… Continue reading PIZZA IN PRESTON
ON THE BUSES – GREATER PRESTON SPECIAL
Jane’s post last month laid down a marker with a corned beef bagel; I have no answer to that. She also set out some simple instructions to get the best deal on the buses (probably) which I completely ignored because I’d already done four pubs. When I asked about a ticket that would allow me… Continue reading ON THE BUSES – GREATER PRESTON SPECIAL
From South Shore into St. Anne’s
You left me jumping off the Number 7 Cleveleys – St Annes in need of the sea somewhere near Blackpool FC. “Taylor’s Law” says that the more desperate you are for a wee, the less likely there is to be a public toilet or unattended scrubland. Anyway, I clearly found somewhere, and then trudged to… Continue reading From South Shore into St. Anne’s
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