August 2023. Chester. Have some tourist photos before the pub onslaught. With Mrs RM on conference calls with Eindhoven, and not really fancying the glamour of a night in a car park overnighter, I set off for the Little Roodee. Chester’s car park by the race course is an ideal spot for motorhomes and campervans,… Continue reading A NIGHT IN THE LITTLE ROODEE
A DARK HORSE FOR THE NEXT GBG ?
August 2023. Sheffield. After the minor disappointment of “Future Restaurant” I pressed on up Ecclesall Road and found a second pre-emptive tick just up the hill, and to be honest I bet the Dark Horse would be a GBG shu-in (shoo-in ?) in Scunthorpe or Paisley. Actually, a suburb of Scunthorpe or Grimsby would work… Continue reading A DARK HORSE FOR THE NEXT GBG ?
THIS YEAR’S SPOOF WHAT PUB ENTRY REVEALED
August 2023. Sheffield. I was hoping my walk back from Dore to the Blind Monkey would reveal some unknown treasures. It’s always embarrassing when those pesk beer tourists ask you what’s new and exciting in Sheffield and you realise you haven’t actually been to Ecclesall’s pubs yet. Leaving the Prince of Wales, I consulted What… Continue reading THIS YEAR’S SPOOF WHAT PUB ENTRY REVEALED
ODDS ON DOOM BAR AS NEXT CHAMPION BEER OF BRITAIN CUT TO 5,000/1 FOLLOWING MY NBSS 3.5 HALF IN SHEFFIELD
August 2023. Sheffield. I woke up this morning in a cold sweat. Mrs RM has been taking pictures of our garden, no doubt to attempt to shame me into doing something about it. What, I know not what. After the frantic ticking of last August, we had allocated this summer for finally exploring the bits… Continue reading ODDS ON DOOM BAR AS NEXT CHAMPION BEER OF BRITAIN CUT TO 5,000/1 FOLLOWING MY NBSS 3.5 HALF IN SHEFFIELD
BUTTERFLIES LIVE LESS TIME THAN THE DURATION OF THE GOOD BEER GUIDE. WHO KNEW ?
August 2023. Rotherham. “No more pub this week” said Mrs RM when we got back from Lancaster. So I took her to see some butterflies in Rotherham, and didn’t make a third trip to the Little Mester up the road. Well, I’m calling it Rotherham anyway, even if the Butterfly House is determined to tell… Continue reading BUTTERFLIES LIVE LESS TIME THAN THE DURATION OF THE GOOD BEER GUIDE. WHO KNEW ?
BARBIE, MICRO, BOOZER, LANCASHIRE COMPLETE
August 2023. Lancaster. Mrs RM had been determined to get a photo of us in front of the Barbie poster, but there are still decency laws in this country so we had to make do with Margot and the bloke. I’d made an effort to wear pink, but, just like Stef Chura’s fizz-drinking alien, I’d… Continue reading BARBIE, MICRO, BOOZER, LANCASHIRE COMPLETE
TOO MUCH FIZZ
August 2023. Lancaster. Mrs RM had been badgering me to accompany me to see Barbie for a fortnight; apparently it shows you’ve smashed the patriarchy if you can get your “Ken* ” to watch a film about smashing the patriarchy with you. My concerns were two-fold. Would we get those £4.99 seats ?, and would… Continue reading TOO MUCH FIZZ
A BRIEF ENCOUNTER WITH WARTON
August 2023. Warton, Lancashire. Mrs RM has (subsequently) made it very clear she didn’t enjoy the Sunday of serial ticking in North Lancashire. I drove while she quickly downed a half of pale microbrew, each indiscernible from the last, while I took a sip to confirm her NBSS score and wrote caustic notes. And to… Continue reading A BRIEF ENCOUNTER WITH WARTON
WINNING ON THE WENNING
August 2023. Bentham. I always reckon I could give you directions anywhere in the UK, but Bentham aka High Bentham is a tricky one. “Take the slow route to Settle, DON’T overtake the tractor, turn left on a sharp bend before the waterfall” is the best I can do. I’d never heard of the River… Continue reading WINNING ON THE WENNING
VOMIT ON THE STREETS OF WHALLEY…
….Cliviger, Barnoldswick, Chipping etc etc August 2023. Whalley. Whalley had looked such a genteel little village when we arrived. Hardly a soul, free parking by the Martyrs church, black and white quintessential Englishness, parish church dating back to 628 (AD), and a main street majoring on jewellery and bridal make-up. The highlight, breakfast pastries at… Continue reading VOMIT ON THE STREETS OF WHALLEY…
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