A bonus post tonight, which is code for saying I need to get on with blogging or I’ll be overwhelmed by the time 17 May comes around. The big news of the day is that I’m being followed on Twitter by someone called Jemima who clearly has impeccable taste; If you can find the unlikely… Continue reading SNOOKER LOOPY
BACK TO THE ‘BEACH
The move north just before Christmas was probably the biggest decision I’ve ever made, second only to choosing Crispy Shredded Beef over Crispy Chicken at Chung Hwa. “There’s nothing for you here” said Dad, ominously, and I took that as permission to finally leave the Flatland for the North. But I have endeavoured to get… Continue reading BACK TO THE ‘BEACH
FLATT TOP IN THE RAIN
The move to Sheffield has put me within reach of a vast swathe of That Yorkshire which I’ve given short shrift to over the decades. Like Kirklees, the filling in the midddle (?) of the Manc/Leeds/Sheff triangle; While some places drag you back every year with new craft bars (Halifax) or rumours of top Bass… Continue reading FLATT TOP IN THE RAIN
BARGAINS
I somehow managed 3 pub-less days last week, which means I let pubs die. But with the plasterers in the house, Mrs RM and I needed to get out by the Wednesday. So we wandered down to central Hillsborough, celebrating both the line-up for Tramlines in the local park and the continued capitulation of “Wayne… Continue reading BARGAINS
MISSING ERIC
As you’ll know this blog has an important public service remit; to encourage you out of your sofas (DO put your trousers on and your craft cans into the bin) and out exploring our wonderfully diverse country. Sadly, the train about to pass the Fountain doesn’t stop in Tuxford, Notts, but if you jump out… Continue reading MISSING ERIC
APRIL ’21 STOCKTAKE & MAY PREVIEW
I’d been waiting for BRAPA to do his April Review before I staked my own claim for the lucrative monthly reminiscence market. But Simon has been distracted by cowboys and aliens, which you’ll remember was an underrated track on George Michael’s Listen Without Prejudice album. April was the first month since December where I even… Continue reading APRIL ’21 STOCKTAKE & MAY PREVIEW
(BEER) TERRACE TRENT DERBY
I hope the return of BRAPA to the big league of pub blogging will see more famous titles like “Well Past My Selby Date”. I expect Simon has been looking to use a Terence Trent D’arby reference since 1991, when TTD released the seminal “Neither Fish Nor Flesh“, which I am staggered to see Discogs… Continue reading (BEER) TERRACE TRENT DERBY
AN UNWISE PLUM PORTER AT THE SHEFFIELD TAP
That’s the problem with station bars. They’re the first thing you see when you get off the train after a session. And can you really walk past a pub that has a spare table at the moment if #YouLovePubs ? ALL THE PUBS IN SHEFFIELD ON FOOT No. 9 – The Sheffield Tap Why is… Continue reading AN UNWISE PLUM PORTER AT THE SHEFFIELD TAP
“THIS is what beer should taste like, son”
“I’m famished” said Matt. Yes, it would have been a good idea to eat before starting a session. But as Pub Curmudgeon has noted before, Stockport is a bit lacking in culinary options (particularly on a Monday with the outside dining only restrictions), and top cafe Where The Light Gets In was unexpectedly closed following… Continue reading “THIS is what beer should taste like, son”
THE ANGEL OF STOCKPORT
You left us, what feels like years ago*, on the pavement outside the Bakers Vaults, son and father enjoying a rather foamy Unicorn. Matt could sense my unease at the gaggle of Old Boys standing impatiently outside the Angel, my real target as the first new GBG entry in central Stockport since the wonderful Petersgate… Continue reading THE ANGEL OF STOCKPORT
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