Kentish Paul recently wrote about writers block, and it’s fair to say that blog potential has been a bit scarce of late, so I’m grateful for the opportunity to examine crumbling pubs, rate takeaways and morbidly pore over the Covid League Table. Talking of Kent, their spell in charge of the leaderboard seems a distant… Continue reading REDDITCH MOVES UP TO SECOND
GUESS THE PUB GOES TO BAVARIA
Greetings from the nerve centre of retiredmartin, the only space in the house I’m allowed while Mrs RM arranges sofas, carpets, lino and probably other things I wouldn’t understand. Don’t faint, but I’ve just been to A NEW PUB ! It might even make WhatPub, if not GBG22*. Details to follow. Thanks to Sheffield Hatter… Continue reading GUESS THE PUB GOES TO BAVARIA
SOUTH DERBYSHIRE SLIPS TO THE TOP
Not since the 1971-72 league season has there been such a topsy-turvy table, the leadership changing almost on a daily basis. In ’72 it was Derby’s Rams under Clough and Taylor who edged Division 1 from the Scousers, Stoke and City (yes, we existed before 2008). In 2021 Derby sits unproudly atop the Covid league,… Continue reading SOUTH DERBYSHIRE SLIPS TO THE TOP
ENOUGH OF THE CANS, ROLL OUT THE BEER GARDENS
I felt shattered today, after all that heavy lifting yesterday. SO tired, I had to turn to Mumsnet to lift my mood. Never mind Covid, or Simon’s new blog, or United’s title charge; this is what mums are worried about today. The correct responses are, of course 1) Lorenzo, 2) Good morning to you, too,… Continue reading ENOUGH OF THE CANS, ROLL OUT THE BEER GARDENS
GUESS THE PUB GOES ALL BBB
It’s what made this country great. Boring Brown Bitters, boiled eggs, and little lit up alleys housing bikes and boozers, stuck amid quaint independent stores called VANS, North Face, Joe & The Juice and Fitness World. Oh, and pubs with a Cask Marque, the absolute guarantee of a Perfect Pint (it says here). I don’t… Continue reading GUESS THE PUB GOES ALL BBB
UNTIL I LEARN TO ACCEPT MY REWARD
“Where’s my blog post ?” screams D. Southworth. “I think I know the answer !” says Lorenzo. “Are you still alive ?” asks Mrs RM, who measures my pulse by my blog output. I’ve been helping James move, and I’m knackered. Mrs RM is STILL putting cupboards up, at 9.03 pm. Here’s the travel map;… Continue reading UNTIL I LEARN TO ACCEPT MY REWARD
SETTLING IN, MOVING ON
“Do you feel like you’re in Sheffield yet ?” said Mrs RM, while I made her coffee and buttered scones. “I don’t” said Mrs RM, answering the clearly rhetorical question. She’s right. I may have been called “M’duck” and “Me love” 88 times on trips to Click-and-Collect, I may have noticed the clicking of my… Continue reading SETTLING IN, MOVING ON
SOUTH HOLLAND BACK IN THE BIG TIME
Think of it as a public service. Every few days I bring you the Covid League Table, and today there’s a new name proudly at the top. The Top 11 seems centred on the strip across the country from the Wash through the vegetable fields to the southern coalfields i.e. the places where people actually… Continue reading SOUTH HOLLAND BACK IN THE BIG TIME
GUESS THE PUB GOES TO THE SMOKE
Only 5 weeks, folks, and you’ll be able to at least peer into pubs while being escorted to your sodden seat in a wine garden. DO NOT attempt to take pictures on the way to the inside loo or you’ll be prosecuted. A rather picturesque mystery pub from England’s second city today, and a chance… Continue reading GUESS THE PUB GOES TO THE SMOKE
BOOKING A JAB
An exciting week ahead with James moving out on Monday and then starting an IT job the week after. He’s been climbing burnt-out ski slopes to get fit. In between those 2 days I get my first vaccination next Sunday lunchtime. The top photo shows me flexing my arms, ready for the jab. #ScaredOfNeedles On… Continue reading BOOKING A JAB
