This blog does NOT approve of flags or commemorations or national anthems or minutes silences, and particularly disapproves of Saints Days. But I was still disappointed to see that my local Hillsborough Spoons had no authentic Oirish meals last week, though Sheffield’s own Bradfield had kindly produced a special beer. I have NO idea what… Continue reading OLD SPOONS ON TUESDAY
NEW MOON (IN WENTWORTH WOODHOUSE) ON MONDAY
Yes ! A second obscure Duran Duran reference in successive blog ! Mrs RM is in charge of our programme of cultural activities in Sheffield. Ballet, Rachmaninov, Bao buns; we’re fully immersing ourselves in the whippets and Hendo’s culture. Art ? Well that came at We Wonder Noir in the Grade I listed Wentworth Woodhouse… Continue reading NEW MOON (IN WENTWORTH WOODHOUSE) ON MONDAY
“Why are Wolf Alice forbidden ?” asks Mrs RM in the Rutland Arms.
A rare night in Sheffield, amazingly. How dull. On Sunday night the crafties had left town after Sheffield Beer Week (ugh !) so it was safe to go to a pub again. Mrs RM picked the Rutland Arms, as it has good food. Or perhaps because it’s in my Top 100 Pubs, who knows. It… Continue reading “Why are Wolf Alice forbidden ?” asks Mrs RM in the Rutland Arms.
(GBG) BAR LICKED IN BARNOLDSWICK
Before I catch up on last Sunday’s trip to Lancashire’s clubland, I thought you’d like to see some of my highly prized blog comments. Sadly, none of the comments are from Greenland, so my blog view map still looks a bit forlorn at the top (or bottom, if you’re reading in the South Pole). In… Continue reading (GBG) BAR LICKED IN BARNOLDSWICK
BRIZZLE WITHOUT THE DRIZZLE, WITH ADDED GRAFFITI
Thursday and Friday had been overcast days, but Saturday brought blue skies to Bristol and a song in the heart. A song about 10 ticks, I think. Sadly only an hour or so before my advance booking back to Sheffield, just enough time to prove that Bristol Old Town is really gorgeous. I took a… Continue reading BRIZZLE WITHOUT THE DRIZZLE, WITH ADDED GRAFFITI
Well WE’RE allowed in The Raven, anyway
5pm now in Bath, and most of us had have enough after overdosing on flat Bass and sours (not in the same glass). Only five pubs over six hours, but the fatal absence of lunch was coming home to roost. Time for tea. Some of the shops on the walk back to the station looked… Continue reading Well WE’RE allowed in The Raven, anyway
THE SHARING OF THE SOUR
A fifth pub in Bath on our crawl, the craft one we bullied Stafford Paul into visiting in 2018. No Stafford Paul in Brewed Boy this time, sadly, and no Mme Jon Benger, who had provided us with the classic Father Christmas riding JoJo the Unicorn in a craft beer bar line 3 years ago.… Continue reading THE SHARING OF THE SOUR
ASK NOT FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS
Rather boringly, we repeated the Great Bath Crawl of 2018 and nipped next to the Bell, another classic. 3 years ago I raved about the colour, the life, the soundtrack and the coffee. Despite the temptations on the blackboard (love blackboards), I asked again for the proper black coffee (NBCSS 4.5) and headed for the… Continue reading ASK NOT FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS
YOUR BATH STAR “BASS FROM THE JUG” SPECIAL
Actually, not that much special about the post, just the Bass. Despite my sole GBG tick in the Palace, the Star was the real reason were here. Jon had actually visited the day before, just to confirm the availability of Bass in the prescribed manner. Even if it didn’t have Bass, the Star is still… Continue reading YOUR BATH STAR “BASS FROM THE JUG” SPECIAL
No, I didn’t steal the 1975 Good Beer Guide from the Coeur de Lion
Our group of Codgers now numbered four; Oxford Nick, Frome Jon and yours truly, and we were joined in the Couer de Lion by Hook (but not Hooky) Mick and Tonbridge Paul, who was walking all the way to raise funds for his local CAMRA to promote Doom Bar. Not sure why we didn’t do… Continue reading No, I didn’t steal the 1975 Good Beer Guide from the Coeur de Lion
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