June 2026. Sheffield. Thursday morning saw a bit of tension in the dining room at Tunbridge Wells’s Russell Hotel, which had kindly found Mrs RM a fan while I was out melting in London. You’ll remember Mrs RM had ordered the Full English so I could have her artisanal sausage and black pudding (“You DO… Continue reading NIPPING OUT TO THE RUTLAND…
Month: July 2026
EAVES WILDER ! (AND A FREE CAN OF JUBEL)
June 2026. London. A bit hot for a gig last Wednesday, but after a week in Armenia I really needed a night of cask and chaos in central London, and you won’t easily beat that Harp/Cock combo for a reintroduction to the joys of the English pub. I’d popped in the Sam Smiths last time… Continue reading EAVES WILDER ! (AND A FREE CAN OF JUBEL)
RAISING A PINT TO HUMPHREY
June 2026. London. In central London on the hottest day of the year, I had that joy of an aimless pre-gig wander through the capital, now so freed of traffic you can cross roads without looking and stand in the middle of busy streets taking pictures. It’s a city spoilt only by the presence of… Continue reading RAISING A PINT TO HUMPHREY
IS THE HARP KEEPING ITS COOL ?
June 2026. London. A day at the in-laws, bearing up in the Tunbridge Wells heat better than me, and then the 17:10 into Charing Cross for a gig. The rail advice was not to travel unless absolutely necessary. I asked ChatGPT for guidance. Well, there you go. It was like a fridge on the Southeastern… Continue reading IS THE HARP KEEPING ITS COOL ?
BACK FROM ARMENIA, WETHERSPOONS CALLS
June 2026. Royal Tunbridge Wells. We arrived back from Armenia at 1:30 in the morning, delighted to have won the Wizz seat roulette and secured aisle seats. A quick snooze in the campervan before a whizz down the A505 to see Dad in Waterbeach, and then a tortuous 3 hour slog on the hottest day… Continue reading BACK FROM ARMENIA, WETHERSPOONS CALLS
“When’s lunch ?”
June 2026. Armenia. Our week in Armenia comes to an end with a late flight home to Luton, and who doesn’t dream of arriving home at Luton Airport at 2am in the morning ? But first, Mrs RM has got a “short” tour planned before a dash to the airport. Quite a lot packed into… Continue reading “When’s lunch ?”
