A big day for the pubs today, as En-ger-land kick off their 2020 Euros against someone, somewhere, sometime (which sounds like a Simple Minds track from when they were quite good). I shan’t be watching, and nor will Mrs RM, who I asked to name ONE (1) member of the England team. “Er, Gavin Southgate… Continue reading DOING THE SHEFFIELD CLASSICS – THE WELLINGTON
THE IMPORTANCE OF (NOT) BEING (IN) IDLE
I was glad the Exchange opened on time, as I wanted to get to my next Guide tick on the edge of Bradford for its 2pm opening. Excitingly, the New Line is marked as New Line Motors on Google Maps (with a Prosecco glass symbol), which guarantees a disaster when BRAPA tips up after 5… Continue reading THE IMPORTANCE OF (NOT) BEING (IN) IDLE
GREEN LABEL
I suppose I better tell you about my Bradford tick then. But as I stood at the entrance of the Exchange Craft Beer House on the corner of Market Street and Hustlergate at noon, I could see no earthly way in; Their Facebook said 12:00, other folk who tick pubs had been; they must be… Continue reading GREEN LABEL
WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD – BRADFORD SPRINGS BACK TO LIFE
I have managed a few trips out while the in-laws (14 nights) are here, including a return to the scene of the BRAPA vaccination. Last month I said that Bradford sparkled, needing only the re-opening of curry caffs and pubs to bring it into the Big League (whatever that is). With the sun following me… Continue reading WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD – BRADFORD SPRINGS BACK TO LIFE
THE IN-LAWS DISCOVER SPOONS
Before I visit Bradford (coming up !), let me thank you for your prayers, pictures of Doom Bar and messages of solidarity as I enter week 2 of my in-laws fourteen (14) day visit. Last week I helped them check into the Sheffield’s premier old-fashioned hotel The Rutland, whose bar looks like it’s been stolen… Continue reading THE IN-LAWS DISCOVER SPOONS
A.M.
Let’s visit Chapeltown, the Sheffield suburb which gave the world the Arctic Monkeys*. But not much else, according to Wiki. I didn’t actually walk the 5.8 miles, or take the train (it’s the last stop in Sheffield heading north before you hit the scary bits of South Yorkshire). I stopped off on the way back… Continue reading A.M.
CITRA IN EASTWOOD
Having come all this way (twice) I thought I’d better do a second pub in Eastwood. It’s replete with micros called “Mellors Mews” (for Tory voters),”Eastwood Conservative Club” (ditto), “Oliver’s Kitchen” (for Elvis Costello fans), and the “Dog & Parrot” (for animal lovers). With all that pre-emptive material, I opted for the Spoons. If I’m… Continue reading CITRA IN EASTWOOD
HAPPY HOUR IN EASTWOOD
Not only is the Marlpool not in the current GBG (I did it years ago), I can’t even see the place on my map ! To the east of the station lies the wonders of Eastwood, as recently investigated by Life After Football. 16 micros in a 3 mile radius, he reported, which I make… Continue reading HAPPY HOUR IN EASTWOOD
WHAT AN ANKER !
Regular readers will know one my missions in retirement is to promote the unsung, the downtrodden, the obscure towns of England. Step forward, Nuneaton. OK, sit down again. You’re now that good. But see here and here for some evidence of why North Warwickshire on a sunny day is worth your while. But today’s GBG… Continue reading WHAT AN ANKER !
THE TROUBLE WITH BASS
More exciting Notts dormitory towns, as I revisit Bingham for the first time since wasting a tenner in the local Euronics on a mobile phone lead that didn’t work. I should have brought it back 4 years later; that would show them. Nottinghamshire rivals Bedfordshire as our most boring GBG county, and I’ll find few… Continue reading THE TROUBLE WITH BASS
