Like a nervous 17 year old, I’d bought my ticket for Matilda Mann ‘s gig in Manchester on the first day. Then I watched in horror as Mrs RM became her second biggest fan and wanted to come with me. On the other hand, at least I wouldn’t look like one of those weird old… Continue reading MATILDA IN MANCHESTER
Month: April 2022
ANARCHY IN THE SHEFFIELD TAP
So after two weeks of blog posts of octopus legs, ancient gorges and cathedrals, you’re getting an overdose of beer pubs for a while. Last Monday we visited another undisputed classic while waiting for the fast train to Manchester. We only had time for the Tap as the tram wasn’t working and Mrs RM certainly… Continue reading ANARCHY IN THE SHEFFIELD TAP
“Just popping out to the shop”
After the first three days in Waterbeach (I went back 2 days later for the parents’ jabs) Mrs RM and I returned to find to Sheffield to find an empty fridge, bar the sour milk. Mi “Just popping out to the shop” I shouted. “Don’t forget the eggs” said Mrs RM. On Sunday night your… Continue reading “Just popping out to the shop”
THAT’S PASTORE
Of the last 20 days I’ve spent 19 away from home, so the blog has gone to pot a bit. But fear not, fifteen (15) NEW Good Beer Guide reports to come, including this minor classic; But first, four days back “home” in Waterbeach to get my parents quadruple jabbed at an indoor bowls centre,… Continue reading THAT’S PASTORE
BACK IN BLIGHTY, BITBURGER BEATS BITTER
We arrived back in Manchester from Malaga just after 20:00. I’d once again saved £9 by not sitting with Mrs RM. She said she’d have paid £90 not to sit with me. Despite it taking 15 minutes for Mrs RM to disembark the plane, and 10 to clear passport control, we actually made the Welsh… Continue reading BACK IN BLIGHTY, BITBURGER BEATS BITTER
ONE LAST GLASS OF IMPERIAL PASTRY STOUT BEFORE WE LEAVE MALAGA
I’d left Mrs RM to rest while I walked up Malaga’s castle on our last day, but I found I was missing her dreadfully as I weighed up my last tick tope. Not much to weigh up, two of the craft beer options seemed closed, and I’d walked past La Madriguera a dozen times and… Continue reading ONE LAST GLASS OF IMPERIAL PASTRY STOUT BEFORE WE LEAVE MALAGA
RESISTING EL PIMPI
Inevitably when you visit a new city, whether Malaga or Maidenhead, you leave having failed to visit at least one “must see”. In Malaga, deterred by numerous Trip Advisor reviews calling out a tourist trap and a pretentious website I ignored the sound advices of Boak and Bailey and avoided El Pimpi. But, like the… Continue reading RESISTING EL PIMPI
NO ESCAPING DIMPLED BEER MUGS, EVEN IN MALAGA
After those octopus legs Mrs RM was wiped out and resisted my offer of a walk up to Castillo Gibralfaro, a steep 20 minutes hike equivalent to the hill leading to our house in Sheffield (twice). I’d already bought her combined ticket for the Alcazaba and castle, so that was £1.60 wasted. I mark all… Continue reading NO ESCAPING DIMPLED BEER MUGS, EVEN IN MALAGA
OCTOPUS LEGS SOLD BY WEIGHT. AND KALE.
I’m no fan of long holidays. At the very start of my GBG ticking career in early 1996 we spent 3 weeks driving the length and breadth of New Zealand. I couldn’t resist the urge to tick the roads (in pink). Quite a messy marker, even then. New Zealand is one of the greatest countries… Continue reading OCTOPUS LEGS SOLD BY WEIGHT. AND KALE.
SHERRY FROM THE BARREL
We left Ronda for Malaga after a last coffee, accompanied by Sade’s “Smooth Operator“. Is it really 38 years ago ? I lied to you at the end of that last post, telling you we took the train just so I could squeeze in a random Don McLean reference but it was so long ago… Continue reading SHERRY FROM THE BARREL
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