During what could be our last week in the revelry that is Tier 2 for a while (details soon), we’re keeping the unsung pubs in business by eating out now the cupboards have been stripped of crisps quinoa. How about a non-GBG pub in Cambridge’s Newmarket Road ? Not many of those left, which is… Continue reading CATS IN THE CORNER HOUSE
CASTOR SUGAR
Having given you the pub, here’s the promised photos of Castor, or Lower Ailsworth as it’ll probably be styled in next year’s GBG. Quite an intriguing bit of OS, in contrast to the flat nothingness west of here towards the Perkins Engines factory. Our entire family have stayed at Ferry Meadows campgrounds at one stage… Continue reading CASTOR SUGAR
COMPLIMENTARY CREAM CRACKERS IN CASTOR
On the way back from Sheffield you have to travel 90 minutes through 4 counties before you arrive at a pub restaurant you’re actually allowed to enter. There might have been a couple in Rutland but 20 minutes researching the posh ones just off the A1 failed to find any details of opening times. Not… Continue reading COMPLIMENTARY CREAM CRACKERS IN CASTOR
CHRISTMAS ON HOLD IN SOUTH ANSTON
Another 5 hour return journey to Sheffield, another deposit into Big Yellow Storage (Ellie Brooks and The Fall LPs today), another journey through the Tier 3 wastelands of South Yorkshire and the East Midlands on the way home. The lack of any indoor seating (whether cafe or pub) till you reach Peterborough is beginning to… Continue reading CHRISTMAS ON HOLD IN SOUTH ANSTON
WILL FATHER CHRISTMAS BRING TIER 1 TO SOUTH CAMBS ?
As you’ll know, my favourite website (apart from my own) is MumsNet, where worried mums ask the immortal question. Am I Being Unreasonable…. My advice, owmn, is to tell DD (Dear Daughter) that Christmas is all Roman/Pagan/Victorian nonsense NOW, and save yourself a fortune on presents. While you’re at it, scrap Mother’s Day, Bonfire Night… Continue reading WILL FATHER CHRISTMAS BRING TIER 1 TO SOUTH CAMBS ?
2020 WORLD CUP OF BADLY AGING PUB TICKERS
The worst thing about being Tier 2 is that I can’t really do more than a pub a day and stay my svelte, athletic shape. So that means I can realistically only bring you ONE post daily, at least for the next week. Which will disappoint my Patronised readers who signed up for three a… Continue reading 2020 WORLD CUP OF BADLY AGING PUB TICKERS
STEW, STEWED*
Two days into Tier 2, and I have a magnificent ZERO new GBG ticks. Whether anyone can beat that is another matter. Duncan isn’t allowed to leave his Paisley patch, and BRAPA is stuck in Tier 2 watching Westerns. At the moment I’m otherwise occupied (details to follow), and though I have to pass through… Continue reading STEW, STEWED*
TWO “SUBSTANTIAL MEALS” IN TWO HOURS – IT CAN’T END WELL
“Do you want to take me out for tea ?” said Mrs RM. You’re right, it wasn’t a question. Normally that means “Drive me to the Wrestlers for 2 pints and a Pad Thai“. But it fills up early at the Wrestlers, and football with fans was returning over the road at the Abbey, and… Continue reading TWO “SUBSTANTIAL MEALS” IN TWO HOURS – IT CAN’T END WELL
GOOD TO BE BACK – EVEN WITHOUT DOOM BAR
This morning I promised I’d be back at the Cuckoo in Alwalton to bring you HOT news from Tier 2. And a few hours later, I was. Oh, wrong entrance. Sheffield Hatter asked about the flaking edifice along the wall. As you can see from the close-up, it’s actually the detail of the micro chip… Continue reading GOOD TO BE BACK – EVEN WITHOUT DOOM BAR
A GOLDEN DAY DAWNS IN ALWALTON
Happy End of Lockdown Day to you. Unless you’re one of those folk in Cornwall (in which case you’ll be manning the barricades at the Tamar) or in Tier 3 who can’t control their primal urges. Tier 3 folk like the good burghers (there’s a pun there somewhere) of Stamford, cruelly lumped in with the… Continue reading A GOLDEN DAY DAWNS IN ALWALTON
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