When you’re as far east as Hull it pays to take the opportunity to visit one of our most geographic remarkable features, one that (like midweek drinking) probably won’t be with us in another 20 years time. And pay homage to one of our most remarkable pub survivors. The walk from the Kilnsea car park… Continue reading A SPURNED OPPORTUNITY
LAND OF GREEN GINGER AND CHILLI DEVILS
A second new GBG pub for Hull, but not one that had inspired much excitement, despite BRAPA’s positive pre-emptive review a couple of years back. I see in the comments that John Watson said pessimistically “not a shoe-in for the GBG“. But then John’s a Mackem. I’d assumed Chilli Devil’s was one of those… Continue reading LAND OF GREEN GINGER AND CHILLI DEVILS
VINTAGE HULL
Hardly any photos taken in Hull have been discarded in creating these posts. I’d love to claim it’s the quality of the photographer or my new mobile phone recently offloaded by Mrs RM, but frankly it’s just because at dusk this is a marvellously photogenic city to stroll round. Tomorrow morning I may have claimed… Continue reading VINTAGE HULL
HULL – A CAT AMONG THE TIGERS
A night in Kingston-upon-Hull on a Wednesday in March is among the best things that life can offer. A budget-busting £40 buys you a night in this ornate little pub by the Marina, with views onto the Kingston retail park. Last year’s £28 pub room in North Hull was cheery and beery; the Whittington (&… Continue reading HULL – A CAT AMONG THE TIGERS
NO HAIRS & GRACES IN THORNGUMBALD MICRO
Yes, as exclusively predicted by Pubmeister in the last post, IT’S THORNGUMBALD ! I know these posts from places you’ve never been to or will ever go to are a harder sell than Manchester or Maidenhead, and to be frank (not Sidebottom) this looked the dullest place on Humberside. To be fair, nearby Fort… Continue reading NO HAIRS & GRACES IN THORNGUMBALD MICRO
PATRINGTON LICKED
Yes, get yourself down/up to Patrington and enjoy Licks tonight. As it were. Less than an hour on the bus from sophisticated Hull, but feeling a bit like the end of the world. If you’ve been to Littleport or Chatteris you’ll know that feeling. I called the amiable Amy up before I travelled to check… Continue reading PATRINGTON LICKED
PUB FOR GUY
Celebrity pubs, eh ? Nearly as dreadful as celebrity beers. Still, I was excited to visit Guy Martin‘s pub in Kirmington, Greater Grimsby, keen to see if he’d kept any Madonna memorabilia in the divorce settlement. Oh, sorry, that’s Ritchie. (I genuinely thought they were the same person). This Guy is a famous biker, apparently.… Continue reading PUB FOR GUY
CAISTOR SUGAR
And so to the Humber for three days of what is known in ticking circles as “mopping up”. I can’t wait to show you my famous GBG map and spreadsheet soon, so that Duncan can laugh at it. First stop, Caistor, capital of the “Greater Lincolnshire Backwaters”, shown here in relation to Grimsby for context.… Continue reading CAISTOR SUGAR
MAYO THIEVES OF SHEFFIELD
Yep, St Patrick’s Day. That’s how far behind I am on these posts. But at least they’re short so they won’t detain you from following MV3 on the big screen. The day after the trauma of spending an hour trapped with rugger fans I was on driving duties as Mrs RM took a rare day… Continue reading MAYO THIEVES OF SHEFFIELD
TRAPPED BY ENGLAND RUGGER FANS FROM KING’S LYNN
You left me (you sods) in Dalston, tipsy and hungry. Thank you, Pizza Union. You not only fed me well for £7, I also got the small thrill of the little buzzer that tells you when your pizza is ready. I must have been to Dalston before, the famed GBG Railway Tavern is just over… Continue reading TRAPPED BY ENGLAND RUGGER FANS FROM KING’S LYNN
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