How exciting. A first trip to Melton Mowbray since 2016, when some flies dropped from the ceiling into Mrs RM’s beer in a new micropub while Matt attended the opening of a new skate park. The flies did better than the micro, which has still not graced the GBG. But there is a new entry,… Continue reading YE OLDE PORK PIE SHOPPE
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PIPE CLEANING IN THE VALE OF BELVOIR
Worryingly, it’s now Saturday and I’m giving you diary entries from Tuesday. Poor, poor blogging form. The only answer is four posts a day (or to stop visiting pubs, I guess). I’d like to give you some action photos from my Huddersfield Guest House/pub, where on the Monday I failed to make an early night… Continue reading PIPE CLEANING IN THE VALE OF BELVOIR
KEEPING UP WITH THE MUDGIES (AND SOUTHWORTHS)
You left me in Rochdale, just outside the Flying Horse, having sunk a pint of Bass far too quickly on top of a Rice & Three, and then proceeding to jog up the steps of St Chads. I can’t resist running up stairs, particularly at tube stations. Readers, DO do it on an empty stomach.… Continue reading KEEPING UP WITH THE MUDGIES (AND SOUTHWORTHS)
ANOTHER ROCHDALE WINNER ?
A big day on the blog yesterday as Russ returns to the fold. I do hope the Prof is OK. Back to Rochdale, where you left me in the toilets of the Medicine Tap. They’re quite cute. I headed for St Chads for a spiritual break, or at least to look at gravestones and realised… Continue reading ANOTHER ROCHDALE WINNER ?
ROCHDALE UPRISING
13 minutes from Victoria to the Victorian. I’d been looking forward to a first proper look at Rochdale in a decade (or two), as it gives me the chance to wheel out these amazing FACTS about the town. 99.7% of Southerners couldn’t place Rochdale on a map (given a 300 mile tolerance). 82% believe Lisa… Continue reading ROCHDALE UPRISING
THIS & THAT
Think of this next post as purely for my benefit, enabling me to refer you to the exemplar curry cafe whenever the mood takes me. The Holts sunk, assorted Southworths and Mudgies headed for the Marble Arch, a pub of some repute I believe. I set off for Rochdale. Not on foot. Just like George… Continue reading THIS & THAT
WOKE UP, IT WAS A HARE & HOUNDS MORNING
More ten minute posts penned in Starbucks on the A34. On the Monday I awoke in Huddersfield (actually Ivy Green, and we know how geography matters) with a decision to make. How best to add a tick to a day in Manchester with a few pints with Yanks and a curry with Matt? Over Stotts… Continue reading WOKE UP, IT WAS A HARE & HOUNDS MORNING
TICKING CHAOS IN LEEDS
Where was I ? Oh, yes, watching a brave lady valiantly clear up a pile of vomit (sorry to those of you with weak constitutions) on the 19:09 Huddersfield to Leeds “fun train” on Sunday night, wishing I’d got that Chinese takeaway and headed back to the Sunday night disco at Ivy Green. “Has anyone… Continue reading TICKING CHAOS IN LEEDS
THOSE CRAFTY YANKS
Hopefully Dick and Dave, safely retired to Preston in their dotage, will treasure this photographic journal of their cultural (curry and beer) trip to the UK of Autumn 2019. For the record, I probably did make them pop in the Magic Rock Tap in Birkby (ha !). Hard to avoid on the way back, and… Continue reading THOSE CRAFTY YANKS
TOP 100 PUBS – SLUBBERS, HUDDERSFIELD
Dick has been pestering me to make him my cover star (it’s like being a mascot at City but cheaper), so here he is, training for a job at next year’s Octoberfest. Note how we ruins the fun of real #PubMen who like to take their own glass back in Northern towns. Next up was… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – SLUBBERS, HUDDERSFIELD
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