October 2023. Belgrade. Just back from the Balkans with a thousand photos to be dutifully categorised into posts about craft beer bars, buses that make you queasy, pub cats, churches and unpronounceable menu items. If you’re after a blog about plain Shropshire boozers, best come back in a week after my trip to Wem. Day… Continue reading DOGMA BREWERY, BELGRADE – FLATTERY IS THE BEST FORM OF IMITATION
Month: October 2023
RUZICA – CELEBRATE THE BULLETS
October 2023. Belgrade. I wanted to send this post from Sarajevo airport but the plane loaded early and Mrs RM had a seat so far away from me we became “untethered”. Not a metaphor. Back to those reviews of churches you’re waiting for. We only spent one day in Belgrade, but it seemed a place… Continue reading RUZICA – CELEBRATE THE BULLETS
TETHERED TO MRS RM IN BELGRADE
October 2023. Belgrade, Serbia. Mrs RM had booked flights to/from Belgrade and Sarajevo at their cheapest (£20 ignoring cost to the planet), but we’d left it till the week before to even think about itineraries, hotels, transport, cash (no joy, closed currencies) and whether or not Baa Baa Toure would come with us. I’d been… Continue reading TETHERED TO MRS RM IN BELGRADE
BACK TO THE BALKANS
October 2023. Belgrade, Serbia. Mrs RM is one of those irritating “tickers“, you know the ones, the sort who see a list and want to “complete” the set. Who’d do that ? She’s determined we’ll complete all the countries of Europe next year, and then all the countries of the world except Russia, Belarus and… Continue reading BACK TO THE BALKANS
HITCHIN HERTS MY EARS (Queens Of The Stone Age’s fault)
October 2023. Hitchin, Herts. Yes, finally into October, and an immediate return to the new GBG for an unexpected entry in That Hitchin. We were married in Willian, lived in Letchworth and Hitchin for a decade, endured (well, Mrs RM did) the birth of James at Stevenage Hospital and I’m sure, sure, I visited ALL… Continue reading HITCHIN HERTS MY EARS (Queens Of The Stone Age’s fault)
THE (PARLIAMENTARY) TRAIN BEER
September 2023. Brigg. 150 minutes in Brigg. Six (6) pubs. No food. Eight post. £1 return fare. Not sure I’ll be heading back there annually, unless Will insists, and I don’t think I missed a lot, apart from the chippy, and a few keg pubs. Talking of which, the Woolpack, and the Dying Gladiator both… Continue reading THE (PARLIAMENTARY) TRAIN BEER
IN THE DOGHOUSE, UNEXPECTEDLY
September 2023. Brigg. What Pub told us there were four cask pubs in Brigg. We found those, and an unmarked craft bar, AND a genuine real ale bar. The Doghouse, at the Exchange, seemingly Brigg’s premier coaching house, had also escaped the attention of What Pub. Till now. It’s a smart old place, with big… Continue reading IN THE DOGHOUSE, UNEXPECTEDLY
BUT IS IT CRAFT ?
September 2023. Brigg. Homeward bound, like Simon & Garfunkel in Widnes. 12:30pm. Our Gang of Four Parliamentary trainsfolk had done the four cask entries on What Pub for Brigg, but regular reader Axholme Rob had alerted us to a genuine, recently opened craft bar, and given CAMRA’s new love for keg this had to be… Continue reading BUT IS IT CRAFT ?
FRUIT FLIES
September 2023. Brigg. 12.10 pm and our fourth pub of the day. Alan Winfield would be proud. Mrs RM had been in the Yarborough Hunt at noon, reserving us the best seat in the house, and clearly being tolerated long enough to be allowed a pint. The Yarbs, as absolutely no-one calls it, impressed me… Continue reading FRUIT FLIES
REUNITED IN THE LORD NELSON
September 2023. Brigg. Our Gang of Four had arrived in Brigg at 11.07 and within 50 minutes had a third pub under our belts, with the only return journey to Sheffield only an hour and a half away. Mrs RM charged off over the river to the “smart pub”, I joined Will and “Jeff” for… Continue reading REUNITED IN THE LORD NELSON
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