Last Wednesday Blackpool Jane seemed to be in Wigan, contemplating jellyfish, so it was safe for me to head to Fylde for four, possibly five Lancashire ticks. A year ago I’d have driven to a cheap B & B in Bispham and stayed overnight. These days I’m letting the train provide the pain or whatever… Continue reading A NERVY TRIP TO BLACKPOOL (NORTH)
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Back In Blackpool – Last Friday Night.
Originally posted on Evo Boozy Scribbler:
I’ve been needing a trip to Blackpool for a while. My last one was in 2018 and we don’t get to go there currently since Blackpool, Fleetwood Town and Morecambe have all decided that they are too good be in our league. So a couple of months ago I…
OLD SPOONS ON TUESDAY
This blog does NOT approve of flags or commemorations or national anthems or minutes silences, and particularly disapproves of Saints Days. But I was still disappointed to see that my local Hillsborough Spoons had no authentic Oirish meals last week, though Sheffield’s own Bradfield had kindly produced a special beer. I have NO idea what… Continue reading OLD SPOONS ON TUESDAY
NEW MOON (IN WENTWORTH WOODHOUSE) ON MONDAY
Yes ! A second obscure Duran Duran reference in successive blog ! Mrs RM is in charge of our programme of cultural activities in Sheffield. Ballet, Rachmaninov, Bao buns; we’re fully immersing ourselves in the whippets and Hendo’s culture. Art ? Well that came at We Wonder Noir in the Grade I listed Wentworth Woodhouse… Continue reading NEW MOON (IN WENTWORTH WOODHOUSE) ON MONDAY
“Why are Wolf Alice forbidden ?” asks Mrs RM in the Rutland Arms.
A rare night in Sheffield, amazingly. How dull. On Sunday night the crafties had left town after Sheffield Beer Week (ugh !) so it was safe to go to a pub again. Mrs RM picked the Rutland Arms, as it has good food. Or perhaps because it’s in my Top 100 Pubs, who knows. It… Continue reading “Why are Wolf Alice forbidden ?” asks Mrs RM in the Rutland Arms.
(GBG) BAR LICKED IN BARNOLDSWICK
Before I catch up on last Sunday’s trip to Lancashire’s clubland, I thought you’d like to see some of my highly prized blog comments. Sadly, none of the comments are from Greenland, so my blog view map still looks a bit forlorn at the top (or bottom, if you’re reading in the South Pole). In… Continue reading (GBG) BAR LICKED IN BARNOLDSWICK
BRIZZLE WITHOUT THE DRIZZLE, WITH ADDED GRAFFITI
Thursday and Friday had been overcast days, but Saturday brought blue skies to Bristol and a song in the heart. A song about 10 ticks, I think. Sadly only an hour or so before my advance booking back to Sheffield, just enough time to prove that Bristol Old Town is really gorgeous. I took a… Continue reading BRIZZLE WITHOUT THE DRIZZLE, WITH ADDED GRAFFITI
Well WE’RE allowed in The Raven, anyway
5pm now in Bath, and most of us had have enough after overdosing on flat Bass and sours (not in the same glass). Only five pubs over six hours, but the fatal absence of lunch was coming home to roost. Time for tea. Some of the shops on the walk back to the station looked… Continue reading Well WE’RE allowed in The Raven, anyway
THE SHARING OF THE SOUR
A fifth pub in Bath on our crawl, the craft one we bullied Stafford Paul into visiting in 2018. No Stafford Paul in Brewed Boy this time, sadly, and no Mme Jon Benger, who had provided us with the classic Father Christmas riding JoJo the Unicorn in a craft beer bar line 3 years ago.… Continue reading THE SHARING OF THE SOUR
ASK NOT FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS
Rather boringly, we repeated the Great Bath Crawl of 2018 and nipped next to the Bell, another classic. 3 years ago I raved about the colour, the life, the soundtrack and the coffee. Despite the temptations on the blackboard (love blackboards), I asked again for the proper black coffee (NBCSS 4.5) and headed for the… Continue reading ASK NOT FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS
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