This blogpost may be useful to the many millions of Londoners currently fleeing for the safe harbours of The North. I was one of you once. “Pray God to survive one more weekAh, but are they happy?You’d be surprised… between the bed and the booze and the shoesThey suffer least who suffer what they choose“… Continue reading “Are there many pubs near you, then ?”
“Full disclaimer… I HAVE lost one of your presents”
I’m a bit worried Mrs RM has started reading this blog. “You need to say I didn’t FORCE you to look at carpets with me” she said today. “You didn’t force me” I meekly replied. Then she forced me to look at carpets with her. Again. Is this what Tier 5 looks like ? “Yes,… Continue reading “Full disclaimer… I HAVE lost one of your presents”
ARTISANAL IN S6
Mrs RM has joined the Wonderful Walkley Facebook page. Not much about pubs on it, so far. Not even many reminiscences about The Rose House, the only pub on South Street, Walkley’s main drag. I can’t wait to get in here and see whether they’ve got Bass on (SPOILER : **) With the Rose, and… Continue reading ARTISANAL IN S6
SO, HOW’S YOUR BLACK EYE FRIDAY ?
‘Twas the Friday night before Christmas, and all across the land lads and lasses donned Father Christmas hats and drank 8 pints of Bass Carling WKD in the nearest pub after their jovial boss, probably called Martin, sent them home after lunch. Well, no, of course they didn’t. There are no pubs, Proper pubs anyway,… Continue reading SO, HOW’S YOUR BLACK EYE FRIDAY ?
LEAVING TIER 3
Clickbait, of course. There IS no possibility of leaving Tier 3. Sorry, BeerMat, Wickingman, Old Mudgie et al. But I had to return home to Waterbeach to collect some more of Mrs RM’s shoes and power tools this week, which I guess means I was in Tier 2.5 for a day. I took the train,… Continue reading LEAVING TIER 3
“GO FOR IT !” – MRS RM GETS THE 10%
Slightly out of sequence, but I know you’re desperate to see Mrs RM’s birthday drink, and this post gives me a chance to show you how close I am to Crookes, which is as close as Sheffield gets to Islington (bound to upset someone, that comparison). 18 minutes uphill from the Blind Monkey (our local,… Continue reading “GO FOR IT !” – MRS RM GETS THE 10%
HOT YOGA, HI-CAPS, HUSBAND DRAGGED ROUND CARPET SHOP
It’s Mrs RM’s birthday today (don’t ask, it’s rude) and I’ve arranged a nice sunrise for her, best seen from the kitchen window. Life is good, even in Tier 3, he says through gritted teeth. Well into our first week as Northerners, and I still haven’t opened the door to the garden, which was full… Continue reading HOT YOGA, HI-CAPS, HUSBAND DRAGGED ROUND CARPET SHOP
A PEEP INTO NEEPSEND
“Banning Christmas would be inhuman” says the Prime Minister today, proving himself out of touch with a nation only bothered about how I’M getting a pint on my birthday (22 December). If anyone wants to interview me in a pub for an imaginary job on the 22nd to exploit the “Business Usage” loophole I’m happy… Continue reading A PEEP INTO NEEPSEND
THE CLOSED PUB TILING PORN TRAIL
Days in Sheffield – Four. Pubs visited – Zero. This isn’t going well, is it ? Sourdough – 0.5 of a loaf (Aldi). Arguments about wallpaper – Zero. Calories walked off – 2,672. Mostly walking UP the hill from the A61 to our humble abode a minute from the Blind Monkey. Mrs RM STILL hasn’t… Continue reading THE CLOSED PUB TILING PORN TRAIL
DO THE PONDEROSA
The sun has finally decided to shine on the righteous again, and caught up with me in Sheffield yesterday, after a rainy Sunday. Suddenly, with blue skies, steep hills, and pubs potentially open before Christmas 2021 I feel my Northern retirement decision vindicated. While Mrs RM stripped wallpaper and installed white goods, I took a… Continue reading DO THE PONDEROSA
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