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
THE IN-LAWS DISCOVER SPOONS
Before I visit Bradford (coming up !), let me thank you for your prayers, pictures of Doom Bar and messages of solidarity as I enter week 2 of my in-laws fourteen (14) day visit. Last week I helped them check into the Sheffield’s premier old-fashioned hotel The Rutland, whose bar looks like it’s been stolen… Continue reading THE IN-LAWS DISCOVER SPOONS
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Let’s visit Chapeltown, the Sheffield suburb which gave the world the Arctic Monkeys*. But not much else, according to Wiki. I didn’t actually walk the 5.8 miles, or take the train (it’s the last stop in Sheffield heading north before you hit the scary bits of South Yorkshire). I stopped off on the way back… Continue reading A.M.
CITRA IN EASTWOOD
Having come all this way (twice) I thought I’d better do a second pub in Eastwood. It’s replete with micros called “Mellors Mews” (for Tory voters),”Eastwood Conservative Club” (ditto), “Oliver’s Kitchen” (for Elvis Costello fans), and the “Dog & Parrot” (for animal lovers). With all that pre-emptive material, I opted for the Spoons. If I’m… Continue reading CITRA IN EASTWOOD
HAPPY HOUR IN EASTWOOD
Not only is the Marlpool not in the current GBG (I did it years ago), I can’t even see the place on my map ! To the east of the station lies the wonders of Eastwood, as recently investigated by Life After Football. 16 micros in a 3 mile radius, he reported, which I make… Continue reading HAPPY HOUR IN EASTWOOD
WHAT AN ANKER !
Regular readers will know one my missions in retirement is to promote the unsung, the downtrodden, the obscure towns of England. Step forward, Nuneaton. OK, sit down again. You’re now that good. But see here and here for some evidence of why North Warwickshire on a sunny day is worth your while. But today’s GBG… Continue reading WHAT AN ANKER !
THE TROUBLE WITH BASS
More exciting Notts dormitory towns, as I revisit Bingham for the first time since wasting a tenner in the local Euronics on a mobile phone lead that didn’t work. I should have brought it back 4 years later; that would show them. Nottinghamshire rivals Bedfordshire as our most boring GBG county, and I’ll find few… Continue reading THE TROUBLE WITH BASS
WHY DOES IT NEVER RAINWORTH ON ME ?
These are the days of our lives. Or they were, before the in-laws turned up for fourteen (14) days, making the pandemic seem like a holiday in Hull (mmm). While the rest of the country caught the last train for the coast on Bank Holiday Monday, I headed for a Nottinghamshire mining village on the… Continue reading WHY DOES IT NEVER RAINWORTH ON ME ?
CARRIE’S CURRY @ THE BARGE & BARREL
This would have been quite a nice trip to Elland if it hadn’t been me driving, but sometimes you have to make an effort with Mrs RM so she earns the money that keeps me in beer. Anyway, it WAS the canalside Barge & Barrel that we now headed to, a pub as famous in… Continue reading CARRIE’S CURRY @ THE BARGE & BARREL
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