Four days saving pubs in the Home Counties, and colouring in the Guide before disaster strikes again. Not sure what that disaster is, but everyone else tells me it’s round the corner. Miseries. Next stop, Batford, in posh Greater Luton. Right next door to The Malta and The Gibraltar (Castle). Not many people know that… Continue reading TAKING DOWN THE TREE
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A GUIDED BUS TO A DESERTED CAMBRIDGE. A LONG WALK HOME.
Bank Holiday Monday, or New Year’s Day (observed) as my diary would have it if I’d bothered to buy a diary as I have done every year for 45 years but what’s the point now ? A visit to my parents (they’re fine, NPSS 4), and a meet-up with 3 of my favourite Germans at… Continue reading A GUIDED BUS TO A DESERTED CAMBRIDGE. A LONG WALK HOME.
OPENING HOURS TENSION IN LITTLE STAUGHTON. WHEREVER THAT IS.
With all respect to Duncan and Malt and the other tickers, I suspect no-one has greater knowledge of Bedfordshire pubs than Simon or myself. BRAPA basically lived in the county after being determined to do the GBG alphabetically, and his great treatise on Wells Bombardier in Duloe was what got him a First in the… Continue reading OPENING HOURS TENSION IN LITTLE STAUGHTON. WHEREVER THAT IS.
A PITCHER OF PORNSTAR MARTINI TO FINISH A PERFECT NIGHT IN STEVENAGE
It was only 19:15 when we left Stevenage’s top Thai restaurant, and Mrs RM wasn’t going home to a tired Premier Inn with attached Beefeater yet. Not when there’s a classic Home Counties Spoons to visit to do a comparison of Cosmopolitans. There must have been 30 folk in that Thai place when we left,… Continue reading A PITCHER OF PORNSTAR MARTINI TO FINISH A PERFECT NIGHT IN STEVENAGE
SQUID GAINS IN SG1
Congratulations to Mrs RM on successfully escorting BRAPA to South Yorkshire completion yesterday, a day when the #PrayForBRAPA and #PrayForMrsRM hashtags were competing thru’ the day. I do worry about her hearing though. As we headed towards that Broken Seal micro I told her she’d recognise it as the street where I’d “Photocopied her Viva*… Continue reading SQUID GAINS IN SG1
VIVA LA STEVENAGE
Ah, Stevenage, the Skelmersdale of the South. Actually, it’s not that bad. There’s a few good estate pubs for a start. And the hospital where Mrs RM spent 48 hours in labour. But enough of that, for now. We walked the mile from the Beefeater into the Old Town, the first Stevenage tourists since it… Continue reading VIVA LA STEVENAGE
KICKING OFF IN KNEBWORTH
I can’t quite believe it, but I’ve checked The Spreadsheet and it appears I did no pubs at all on New Year’s Day. This is what it feels like, when pubs cry etc. etc. But on the Sunday Mrs RM joined me on a trip South to see assorted parents, friends and hangers-on to kick-start… Continue reading KICKING OFF IN KNEBWORTH
NEW YEAR’S EVE IN RICHMOND
One last tick in 2021, on a rather quiet New Year’s Eve in Richmond, the Bewdley of the North. It seemed only a few months since I was last here, and indeed it was, as Richmond provides its annual new GBG pub. Unlike Mrs RM, they hadn’t taken the deccies down yet. Last few times… Continue reading NEW YEAR’S EVE IN RICHMOND
HIPSTERS IN HOLYROOD
On to the last new tick of our Edinburgh quarter, with a game Mrs RM edging above 25,000 steps. Great effort. The Bellfield Brewery Tap takes us east of Holyrood, taunting us with historic boozers before dumping us in a small industrial estate surrounded by flats for Parliament staffers. One for the brewery tap purist,… Continue reading HIPSTERS IN HOLYROOD
SHISH HAPPENS
Yes, shish happens. A flat tyre from nowhere, but thankfully I have a skilled team to deal with life’s little crises. And no, that’s not the main reason I married her (though her 1991 “Motoring Madams” certification was high on the list). I wouldn’t ever drive round Edinburgh, particularly with the Leith Walk being dug… Continue reading SHISH HAPPENS
