An odd day last Monday, with 3 hours of near silence at the Crucible followed by 2 hours of blistering punk noise at Nottingham’s Rescue Rooms. Not sure why Matt wanted me to see Jeff Rosenstock with him, it’s not as if he’s scared of travelling alone (like I was at 20). Perhaps he wanted… Continue reading Jeff in Notts
SNOOKER LOOPY
A year ago, while Covid restrictions still raged, I booked tickets to watch a session of the World Snooker Championship in 2022. I almost never book ahead. Mrs RM and I were married within 2 months of being engaged, and so what if it was for tax reasons? By the by, if we last till… Continue reading SNOOKER LOOPY
EASTER SUNDAY GOES AWRY
Easter Sunday 2022. He is risen. Mrs RM rose about 11:12, and joined me for a walk to the Rivelin Valley, which unexpectedly led at Champs Sports Bar (I spy a handpump) to a diversion up the hill to the Horse & Jockey, No. xyz on my famous All The Pubs In Sheffield…On Foot !… Continue reading EASTER SUNDAY GOES AWRY
BEER DRINKING GAMES AND ENDLESS NICKELBACK IN TOTTON
Our Southern Saunter ends in glamorous Totton. Hey ! I said glamorous ! Phew. A cat pic to take your mind off the grime. Is this really Totton. I stayed here in 2017, even enjoyed a Bass (and excellent Chinese takeaway). But the first Guide pub is, inevitable, a craft based micropub. “Not another one… Continue reading BEER DRINKING GAMES AND ENDLESS NICKELBACK IN TOTTON
YELLOW BUTTERFLIES, PONIES AND 6.5% IPA – A VIBRANT (NEW) FOREST
My next Beer Guide tick only opens from 4pm Thursday through Sunday, so Mrs RM was even more determined that I’d visit before we went home on Saturday lunchtime. Vibrant Forest sits between the Esso oil refinery and the National Motor Museum at Beaulieu. One of those is a major tourist attraction. A certain sort… Continue reading YELLOW BUTTERFLIES, PONIES AND 6.5% IPA – A VIBRANT (NEW) FOREST
CHERRY PORTER IN GOSPORT DRUNK TOO QUICKLY
Notice how the sun and blue skies were out for me on Good Friday, proving once again my righteousness. You might be interested to know that when my parents compare the weather in Sheffield and Waterbeach these days it’s incredibly similar. What can it mean ? (it means nothing). Gosport has no rail station, the… Continue reading CHERRY PORTER IN GOSPORT DRUNK TOO QUICKLY
PORTSMOUTH OLD TOWN
As a rule (oft broken) I reckon 300 words and ten (10) photos is plenty for a blog post. Pubmeister, Mudgie and Life After Football have similar principles. Don’t tell BRAPA and Blackpool Jane, but I only look at their photos and do a word search for “Martin”, “Doom Bar” and “orange aero” when I… Continue reading PORTSMOUTH OLD TOWN
PORTSMOUTH, YOU SEXY M.F.
Still on Friday night 11 days ago, shamefully, and a rickety train trip (£5 return) from Fareham to one of England’s lesser-known islands. Well, I didn’t know Portsmouth was an island till 2014, and I’ve been there 2 dozen times. The train passes Fratton, where Portsmouth and Lincoln City are debating the finer points of… Continue reading PORTSMOUTH, YOU SEXY M.F.
THE FAREHAM MICROPUB BEER GLASS THAT WILL CERTAINLY DIVIDE OPINION
There’s no jealousy between us GBG tickers, but I’ve been cursing BRAPA’s successes in the south, clearing Hampshire before me. How is that possible ? Six pubs a night for a week, I guess. I picked Fareham as our Friday night base. You’ll be devastated to know we stayed in a Greene King hotel, one… Continue reading THE FAREHAM MICROPUB BEER GLASS THAT WILL CERTAINLY DIVIDE OPINION
WHEN IN LEWES…
Last Saturday saw a concerted attack on the south coast, now safe a week after the CAMRA folk left Eastbourne having agreed that Life Members were leeches/freeloaders or something. Good work, as well as the Tand’s excellent campaign to require price lists in pubs. I’m sure some members will have taken the train to Lewes,… Continue reading WHEN IN LEWES…
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