Another day in Tier 3, another day where I can cock-a-snook (whatever that means) at you lot in Tier 4, which now includes Cambridgeshire. I have NO idea what further deprivations Tier 4, or Tier 5, or Tier 99 will bring, but rest assured the upshot will be that the only person able to visit… Continue reading MORE MOOR MARKET MARVELS
TICKING THE GOOD BEER TAKEOUTS
Regular readers will know what I think about home drinking, and the superiority of the pub over the lounge. I’m a dying breed. Some of Beer Twitter took offence at this, rather missing the point Mudgie was making back in July when he noted the “rancid snobbery” of folk horrified that anyone could enjoy a… Continue reading TICKING THE GOOD BEER TAKEOUTS
NEW YEAR’S DAY
Don’t worry, I won’t be quoting Bono lyrics at you. But apart from playing U2’s prime piece of sludge rock, New Year’s Day is famous for ill-prepared families attempting a significant walk somewhere with hills. Obviously if you live in the Fens you’re not spoilt for choice for hills, so you walk up and down… Continue reading NEW YEAR’S DAY
THE 2020 AWARDS ISSUE – MASKS, MOTORING, MARIA McKEE, MUDGIE
I’m legally required to publish an Awards issue for my Patronised readers; it’s a bit like a company AGM but without the power points and biscuits. You’ve had the monthly micro analysis, here’s the annual accounts. Place of the Year – Gloucester I seemed to be making weekly trips there in the Spring to visit… Continue reading THE 2020 AWARDS ISSUE – MASKS, MOTORING, MARIA McKEE, MUDGIE
AT MY WICK(ER’S) END
I spent New Year’s Eve staring at my blog stats, hoping for a late view from Greenland, to no avail. Mrs RM would (actually) have been in Nuuk in August but her world trip was cancelled due to Covid. I’d popped down to the Wicker in the afternoon for another cask take-out, this time from… Continue reading AT MY WICK(ER’S) END
IT’S A BREADCAKE !
I know I promised an awards issue but I’m still taking legal advice on one of the winners; sorry if you’ve dressed up especially. Where were we ? Ah, Fagan’s. We headed into town, pausing to admire Tetley and Gilmour’s liveries. Guess which one of these is in the GBG. Tier 3 is no better… Continue reading IT’S A BREADCAKE !
IN SEARCH OF FAGAN’S
I’ve got a 2020 Awards issue to do later (dress up for that), but there’s still plenty of Sheffield material in the bank. One of the key aspects of acclimatisation to a new city is working out where all the pubs are in relations to each other, so you can say “Turn right at The… Continue reading IN SEARCH OF FAGAN’S
CAN OF WHUP ASS
No, not the Red Stripe. That’s craft lager. These posts are falling into a predictable pattern; Go for an energetic walk, take pics of crumbling industry and dubious street art, note a permanently closed shop with tiling porn, make a mental note to revisit a pub serving John Smiths, and buy some take-out in a… Continue reading CAN OF WHUP ASS
2020 IN REVIEW – DECEMBER
December was long this year, wasn’t it ? We finally concluded our house sale after digging an enormous hole and seeing how fast water drained away, and set 11 December as a date to become official Northerners. I made the journey from Waterbeach to Hillsborough’s Big Yellow Storage 8 times in 9 days, moving equivalent… Continue reading 2020 IN REVIEW – DECEMBER
A WADSLEY WOBBLE
Another solo Sheffield suburb saunter for you, as I explore the villages that Mrs RM won’t (till she’s finished constructing IKEA wardobes). Wadsley is a couple of miles north-west of me, an ideal place to park when visiting Hillsborough if fans are ever allowed back in games to revive half-and-half scarf sales. As you see… Continue reading A WADSLEY WOBBLE
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