Oooh, aren’t people angry today ? Mrs RM is so angry she’s thrown out all my old IndyMan glasses. You can read more about that on MumsNet. In 1970, when people were angry about important things like Sir Alf’s substitutions against the Germans, my Dad entered a competition to see who could drive the… Continue reading Eynesbury’s Royal Antediluvian Order of Buffaloes
VISITING BARNARD CASTLE
Last night’s Government Briefing heralded a new dawn for GBG tickers (if there’s any pubs left to tick in 2024) with the announcement of the dual-carriaging of the A66 between Scotch Corner and Penrith. I reckon that’ll save another 9 minutes off future journeys into western Scotland and the Lakes, which along with the improved… Continue reading VISITING BARNARD CASTLE
A PLACE IN THE SUN
Suddenly, Waterbeach has come alive. Just like Peter Frampton. ALL our cosmpolitan food vendors are operational in some shape or form, and we even had a food cart over the road from my parents selling Bao Buns this week. My parents stayed put. There was a queue for the buns, and a queue round… Continue reading A PLACE IN THE SUN
BOSCOMBE, BARNSLEY & BADGER
Dave asked about the intrinsic character of British football clubs. Well, some are known for their lovable, colourful fans, some for their grace in defeat to City neighbours, some for, well, nothing at all. For 377 years Bournemouth & Boscombe ticked along in complete obscurity, exercising squatters rights in the third tier and accidentally achieving… Continue reading BOSCOMBE, BARNSLEY & BADGER
BAR HILL – SMALL HILL, CLOSED BAR
Remember folks, this is the ONLY place you’ll find blog posts about unremarkable post-war Cambridge villages and their closed pubs. On yet another gorgeous sunny day (Matthew wants to know why it always rains in Manchester) I thought I’d do Bar Hill. More 1967 and all that. This was South Cambridge’s attempt at affordable housing… Continue reading BAR HILL – SMALL HILL, CLOSED BAR
BREWTOWN v DRYTOWN
What treasures from “B” in the programme collection await us today ? Two from Burton, birthplace of Bass, Pedi, beer in Balti houses and seemingly all your favourite #PubMen. I can find absolutely NOTHING about the Brewer’s match against the Saudis in THAT summer of ’76, so I can only hope The Wickingman can enlighten… Continue reading BREWTOWN v DRYTOWN
GOOD GRIEF ! IT’S LAKENHEATH
“US readers may appreciate a trip to Mildenhall or Lakenheath ?“, says Marty, which makes me doubt he’s ever been there. The former I’ve done to death, the latter ? I couldn’t remember Lakenheath at all, though I MUST have passed it on the way to pre-empting Feltwell last year. 37 minutes away. Oooh,… Continue reading GOOD GRIEF ! IT’S LAKENHEATH
LET’S CELEBRATE…….BURNLEY
Some of us are treating our new freedoms more responsibly than others. This was the scene at Grays beach yesterday, while on MumsNet I read of a bloke driving his pregnant “partner” to Skegness to defecate on their beach. Why not ? It’s a free country. My approach is to go to the less heralded… Continue reading LET’S CELEBRATE…….BURNLEY
MORE OF THAT DRINKING AT HOME LARK
It’s Fred’s fault. “Please go to Papworth Brewery and its environs tomorrow, and then compose a picto-blog about it.” OK, Fred. (Now you’re a yaga yaga). I’d only been to Earith a year ago, one of our motorhome’s last excursions before Mrs RM replaced it with a sleeker model, a principle I hope she… Continue reading MORE OF THAT DRINKING AT HOME LARK
BRADFORD PARK AVENUE – CULTURE, (FIGHTING) COCK & CURRY
In 1971 George Harrison took time out from plagiarising “He’s So Fine” to organise the Concert for “Bangla Desh” and force a lazy Dylan back to the stage. A great effort, only partly scuppered by US tax rules. But George was a whole year behind Bradford (Park Avenue)’s admittedly smaller scale fundraising effort; Particularly impressive… Continue reading BRADFORD PARK AVENUE – CULTURE, (FIGHTING) COCK & CURRY
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