“Watch the wet floor, flower“ That’s the first thing I hear on entering the new Oldham GBG pub, the first for a decade, in mighty Tommyfield Market. I’ve been called petal, but never blossom. There’s still time. A market micro. Blimey, you could be in Lancashire*. Specifically, you could be in the wondrous Bob in… Continue reading COB & COAL. AND MUFFINS.
“We had joy, we had fun, we saw Oldham in the sun”
One for the purist, now. Matt, who lives just off Oldham Roads in Ancoats, is astonished I’m going to recommend a trip up the A62 now. One of the benefits of living in Sheffield is that I can now say “Let’s do lunch in Oldham” without ridicule. The train/tram is simple, and the route across… Continue reading “We had joy, we had fun, we saw Oldham in the sun”
PITCHERS BY THE RIVER
No idea what happened on the Sunday, as we recovered from the Bath, but by Monday it was all go as Matt came over to give my father-in-law a haircut. No, it’s not MY hair. In the morning I had to drop Mrs RM’s car (it’s a black one) off for a service at the… Continue reading PITCHERS BY THE RIVER
AN EARLY BATH
The in-laws safely headed back to their hotel , Mrs RM forced me to make a final, inadvisable pub stop on that fateful Saturday (the 5th, I’m that far behind). Having already re-visited three of the classic Sheffield GBG pubs, it was time for a fourth. Yes, the pub that gave its name to a… Continue reading AN EARLY BATH
YORKSHIRE CHIPS
After my 10 minute “comfort break and a half” in the Red Deer I attempted to catch up with the tour party at the Diamond but they’d already left for the main Uni buildings via Hendo’s. My father-in-law seems to know more about family trees and company history than me, and told me that the… Continue reading YORKSHIRE CHIPS
NO NIPPING ACROSS THE ROAD FOR A QUICK HALF ANYMORE
We met the in-laws at the Diamond, where James was going to give him a tour of Sheffield University aka Sheffield. Of course, having two pints before a stressful event like like meeting in-laws (now on Day 10 of 14) means, inevitably, you’ll want a “comfort break”. That’s what God invented alleys and bushes for,… Continue reading NO NIPPING ACROSS THE ROAD FOR A QUICK HALF ANYMORE
DOING THE SHEFFIELD CLASSICS – THE WELLINGTON
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
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