Nice easy one for you this morning. Surely EVERYONE know ******** in ********* ? Actually, I’ve never been here, so it must have opened after my last visit in 2016 when I overdosed on whisky (of a sort). It’s not in the CAMRA Beer Guide to this place anyway, and possibly wouldn’t get in the… Continue reading GUESS THE PUB GOES ON HOLIDAY
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HEELEY : THE ARTISAN VIEW
Just like our blessed future release from Lockdown, my exploration of Sheffield’s never-ending suburbs must be cautious and taken in short doses. Having passed Heeley’s Antiques Quarter half a dozen times this year, today I took Mrs RM to view the culture and crumbling edifices of London Road/Artisan View, one of the better names for… Continue reading HEELEY : THE ARTISAN VIEW
WHEN EVEN THE TRIP TO THE DENTIST IS A TREAT
I’m determined to keep this blog a positive, politic-free safe space for the Pollyannas amongst us. But I fear that Monday may test my patience; Aaaagh.., as they say in Sheffield, which has its own take on The Scream. Anyway, I’ll leave the Covid commentary to Mudgie, the Tand and Kentish Paul, and tell you… Continue reading WHEN EVEN THE TRIP TO THE DENTIST IS A TREAT
GUESS THE PUB GOES WEST…
….life is peaceful there, in the open air etc etc. Mudgie know the lyrics. Plenty of open air round our mystery pub. which isn’t actually accessible by one of the town’s famous train lines, though the mobility scooter might still be running. One clue for the town, one for the suburb. I know Russ loves… Continue reading GUESS THE PUB GOES WEST…
ABBEYDALE ROAD
Another shopping expedition to Meersbrook, another Click-and-Collect at Homebase, another mysterious “drill bit” added to Mrs RM’s burgeoning collection. She’s going to chop me up and bury me in the little wood shed in the garden, you know. Homebase had my packages ready; Mrs RM has reached “favoured customer” status already. On the return I… Continue reading ABBEYDALE ROAD
GUESS THE PUB CROSSES THE BORDER
Ah, but WHICH border ? The Rutland border ? The Cheshire border at Heaton Chapel ? You can probably tell from the decor in this Victorian gem. At least ONE of the bands whose albums grace this famed rock pub are relatively local, and it’s not Aerosmith. It’s a bit of an identikit town, but… Continue reading GUESS THE PUB CROSSES THE BORDER
OUR COW MOLLY
I’ve been having weird dreams, just like in the Number 8 smash by Old Mudgie’s favourite sisters. My hair will soon be that long, despite having a son who’s a barber. Most of these dreams involve me working in an office (aaagh !), but the other night I rejoined the United Nations. Was this the… Continue reading OUR COW MOLLY
GUESS THE PUB GOES TO SURREY
I’ve given Surrey short shrift over the years, it was No. 93 in my Top 75 GBG counties, but there’s no doubt that it’s not all Brunning & Price and slow-moving Ranmore Ale. Our mystery pub is in a small town which rotates its GBG entries based on the quality of the jukebox and CAMRA… Continue reading GUESS THE PUB GOES TO SURREY
CHIPPY HUNTING IN ECCLESFIELD
Fish and chips are essential. Apparently. The sun on your face and the first bloom of Spring is even more vital. It felt like a minor rebirth as we strolled round the ancient village of Ecclesfield, just north of the Northern General and south of the birthplace of those Arctic Monkeys, whose most famous track… Continue reading CHIPPY HUNTING IN ECCLESFIELD
RAM JAM
I had to pop back to take my Dad to a health clinic today. It’s not my 50th birthday, so don’t go grassing me up. Dad is OK (and wants golf back), perhaps better than when I left, but my heart sunk at a return to dour, featureless Cambridgeshire. No overnight stay, no pint in… Continue reading RAM JAM
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