Feels like I’m picking on the Southworths as soon as they land back in the States, but I guess that’s what they read the blog for. Only one and a half more pubs in Leek on Thursday, and the pace was telling on our Pub Heroes as I caught up with them after checking in… Continue reading A SENTIMENTAL BOLLOCK OF DE KONINCK
EARL GREY
Oh dear, another pub, another paucity of notes. BRAPA would be ashamed. Anyway, I’ll make it up, as we approach the first of a trio of classic revisits. My only note says “Less hoppy in the mouth than on the nose” which we can only hope was something Dick was saying about Sherbert Dip Dabs… Continue reading EARL GREY
BLUE MUGGE, PINK TICK, LEEK STAR
One of the most iconic photos on my blog, as Dick (pink pen) and Dave (out of shot, MAGA hat) combine effortlessly to tick the Blue Mugge in Leek. A few months ago I was in the Ship in Shaftesbury with BRAPA, wondering how many other great pubs I’d still to discover for the first… Continue reading BLUE MUGGE, PINK TICK, LEEK STAR
SOAKED PHONES IN WOO WOO
Mrs RM is free to nick any of my photos from Winchester for her blog, for the usual fee. For such a posh town city, Winchester always delivers a decent night out. Perhaps because people do still go out, and not just at weekends. Loads of folk like us (old, careworn etc etc), young professionals… Continue reading SOAKED PHONES IN WOO WOO
TOP 5 DOOM BAR PUBS – ECLIPSE, WINCHESTER
Mrs RM is a world traveller these days. Greenwich, Brighton, Maidenhead, Aberdeen, Southend and now Winchester, the place England half-backs retire to run coffee shops and insurance brokers. BRAPA will hate and love Winch in equal measure. A snap decision; would I like to join her on Wednesday night ? My liver said no, my… Continue reading TOP 5 DOOM BAR PUBS – ECLIPSE, WINCHESTER
YE OLDE PORK PIE SHOPPE
How exciting. A first trip to Melton Mowbray since 2016, when some flies dropped from the ceiling into Mrs RM’s beer in a new micropub while Matt attended the opening of a new skate park. The flies did better than the micro, which has still not graced the GBG. But there is a new entry,… Continue reading YE OLDE PORK PIE SHOPPE
PIPE CLEANING IN THE VALE OF BELVOIR
Worryingly, it’s now Saturday and I’m giving you diary entries from Tuesday. Poor, poor blogging form. The only answer is four posts a day (or to stop visiting pubs, I guess). I’d like to give you some action photos from my Huddersfield Guest House/pub, where on the Monday I failed to make an early night… Continue reading PIPE CLEANING IN THE VALE OF BELVOIR
KEEPING UP WITH THE MUDGIES (AND SOUTHWORTHS)
You left me in Rochdale, just outside the Flying Horse, having sunk a pint of Bass far too quickly on top of a Rice & Three, and then proceeding to jog up the steps of St Chads. I can’t resist running up stairs, particularly at tube stations. Readers, DO do it on an empty stomach.… Continue reading KEEPING UP WITH THE MUDGIES (AND SOUTHWORTHS)
ANOTHER ROCHDALE WINNER ?
A big day on the blog yesterday as Russ returns to the fold. I do hope the Prof is OK. Back to Rochdale, where you left me in the toilets of the Medicine Tap. They’re quite cute. I headed for St Chads for a spiritual break, or at least to look at gravestones and realised… Continue reading ANOTHER ROCHDALE WINNER ?
ROCHDALE UPRISING
13 minutes from Victoria to the Victorian. I’d been looking forward to a first proper look at Rochdale in a decade (or two), as it gives me the chance to wheel out these amazing FACTS about the town. 99.7% of Southerners couldn’t place Rochdale on a map (given a 300 mile tolerance). 82% believe Lisa… Continue reading ROCHDALE UPRISING
