retiredmartin

August 2025. Birmingham.

Mrs RM had retired to our B & B hotel in central Brum, probably with a huge bag of crisps, and wasn’t coming out again.

So as the train back from Dorridge crawled into Moor Street,

a bonus pub.

Wonder what BRAPA’s been up to ?

It was 6:49 PM on the 7th RIGHT NOW !

I rushed round the front of Moor Street,

stopping only to get the killer shots Mrs RM would want,

oh, she’ll want that,

and making Kilder at 18:53.

Daddy and Baby BRAPA have just left. Actually, I seemed to spend all of August just missing Simon. Never mind, I’d wanted to visit this little craft bar under the arches for a while.

Close in feel to Sheffield’s Old Shoe with its “genre bending” local wine and huge ham hanging in the corner,

Though I passed on that in favour of the obligatory third of Neon Raptor X Amity DIPA. It’s what Stafford Paul would expect.

It was OK. But clearly the wrong choice and Si had raved about the Hooch on draft, a beer that converted Mrs RM to the joys of real ale in 1995 (or was that Caffrey’s ?).

And so it was, a week late, I treated the lass to a pint in a rather less packed Kilder.

Was it always only 3.4% ? CAMRA should do something about this dumbing down of our flagship national beers.