CASK BEER IN SWEDEN – A BRIDGE TOO FAR ?

  It’s very important to jump on any bandwagon that presents itself, and Sweden’s “bold” experiment in keeping bars open (with social distancing) allows me to shamelessly recycle my Scandinavian posts from 2017, a time when (unbelievably) folk were questioning President Trump’s fitness for the role by burning cars in the streets. Our trip to… Continue reading CASK BEER IN SWEDEN – A BRIDGE TOO FAR ?

HORNETS

  Firstly, an apology. In welcoming Pubs Galore readers to the blog I referred to them as fellow “weirdy tickers“.  There is, of course, nothing weird at all about visiting lots of pubs and writing about them on a website. Perhaps someone familiar with pubs in Watford will let me know what I’ve missed in town… Continue reading HORNETS

MY GRANDFATHER’S CLOCK

Some artists are best known for their worst work. McCartney made his fortune singing about frogs, Bowie is best known for a gnome, and BRAPA‘s fortune rests on a single act of public urination at a Nottinghamshire station. Despite classic blogs from Spurn Head, Kilmarnock and Gozo, my blogging highlight appears to be this faulty… Continue reading MY GRANDFATHER’S CLOCK

LOCKDOWN HOLDING IN CAMBRIDGE, ANYWAY

Mrs RM keeps getting me to nip to the One-Stop for another four pack of Punk, and our specialist wine importer neighbour keeps leaving bottles of Languedoc-Roussillon on her doorstep.  Once they’ve been soaked in disinfectant for 3 weeks they’ll be fine. But I’m resisting the temptation to drink during the lockdown. “You still sometimes… Continue reading LOCKDOWN HOLDING IN CAMBRIDGE, ANYWAY