On we go, to the 4pm openers in Bucks, ever closer to a resurrection of my famous (and trademarked) “All Bucked Up” blogpost title. The Oak, in the side streets of Aston Clinton (look at your own map for it) is a welcome return to Proper Pub after the horror shows of Amersham. Fullers own… Continue reading “A pint’s a pint”
THE BIGGEST LAPTOP NEAR AMERSHAM
Mrs RM finished her morning’s work in Henley Spoons and started her real day job, as my chauffeur to remote Home Counties pubs. Our travel map was starting to look weird, and would look even weirder by Saturday. From Henley we climbed through the Chilterns, negotiated the 23 roundabouts of High Wycombe (I know Milton… Continue reading THE BIGGEST LAPTOP NEAR AMERSHAM
YOU LOOK LIKE JUMJAGIN TSEDENBAL – A HENLEY PUB TOILET GRAFFITI MASTERCLASS
Where better than Henley Spoons ? It gives me a chance to visit this near GBG oasis for the first time since Mrs RM’s uncle lived in Shiplake, home to some excellent Brakspears Bitter/Ordinary/Gravity/Whatever. Henley really is the Stratford-on-Avon of the South, a tidy but hugely overrated town that nevertheless attracts coachloads and pashminas by… Continue reading YOU LOOK LIKE JUMJAGIN TSEDENBAL – A HENLEY PUB TOILET GRAFFITI MASTERCLASS
TOP 100 PUBS – FLOWING SPRING, PLAY HATCH, OXON
From Wallingford we waddled down to my last Oxon tick. Thrillingly, there was campervan site a mile away from Loddon Brewery in Play Hatch. The edge of Reading, if not the Edge of Heaven. I’d love to tell you more about Loddon Brewery, but it’s a brewery, innit ? But I can say that the… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – FLOWING SPRING, PLAY HATCH, OXON
WE’RE GOING ON A FUEL HUNT (OXON PART II)
A bit of a dull but necessary post now, as Mrs RM takes over expert driving duties on the way to a triumphant completion of the Home Counties (what even ARE the Home Counties ?). Dull, because it involves a few flying visits, as Mrs RM hovers anxiously in car parks while I nip in… Continue reading WE’RE GOING ON A FUEL HUNT (OXON PART II)
HOOKY
A week after our triumphant return from the Northern Tickathon, we were off again in the (as yet unnamed) campervan to tackle the south. Or more specifically, Oxon, Bucks and Herts. Only 2hrs 20 to the Hook Norton Brewery, almost exactly half an hour more than it toock from Waterbeach on my only previous visit… Continue reading HOOKY
A BRATFUD CURRY. JUST FOR DAVE
I know our American readers miss our trad pubs a lot, but they’re also missing our authentic (?) northern curry houses, which Bradford still does the best. Curryheute, who is to curry what Roger Protz is to pubs, has a list of recommended houses. No, I haven’t been to Carthage yet. But I’ve been to… Continue reading A BRATFUD CURRY. JUST FOR DAVE
THE BEST TETLEY SINCE IT LEFT LEEDS
Much controversy in the wake of that last post as I described our journey to my North Yorkshire GBG straggler in Sutton-in-Craven. Yes, we’d stopped in West Yorkshire for a loo stop that turned into an advisable pint in the Wuthering Heights that preceded a walk to the Bronte waterfalls. We had the circular route… Continue reading THE BEST TETLEY SINCE IT LEFT LEEDS
WUTHERING HEIGHTS – EMILY, KATE, AND A PINT OF BLONDE WITCH
As the end of September approached, my irritation with missing out on a bit of a straggler in North Yorkshire on our Big Northern Tickathon increased, and Mrs RM agreed we’d go there as long as I drove and we had a Bradford curry on the way back. That last line alone will pique the… Continue reading WUTHERING HEIGHTS – EMILY, KATE, AND A PINT OF BLONDE WITCH
ARGUING OVER WHAT YEAR “PRETTY VACANT” CAME OUT
Mrs RM texted me (she’s very IT savvy) at 15:49 suggesting we meet back at Chesterfield station, and was confused when I told her my 14:00kick-off was in to 14 minutes of added time due to violent play. So I suggested 17:05, which meant she’d have to entertain herself for another hour, which I sensed… Continue reading ARGUING OVER WHAT YEAR “PRETTY VACANT” CAME OUT
