Our last day in Aberdeen. It was only three days, though reading these posts may have aged you by months. I set off from the bus stop right outside the Northern Hotel (good rooms, dull breakfast). The KFC next door was open till 3am for late night chips, the direct bus service has slightly less… Continue reading QUEASY IN OLDMELDRUM
BUST-UP AT THE BUS STOP
My shortest post for years. Partly because the 5* WiFi in Hull is only 2.5*, and partly because I want Oldmeldrum to stand on its own merits. You left our hero (Mrs RM) escaping from the Krakatoa karaoke before it got messy. Anyone chivalrous would have ordered a taxi for the mile or so back… Continue reading BUST-UP AT THE BUS STOP
KRAKATOA ! – DON’T EAT THE URINAL CAKES
Warning : Contains urinal cakes Warning to Pashmina Pauline : Contains Gents loos Warning to BeerMat : Contains “Summer of ’69” Yes, it can wait no longer. A return visit to Krakatoa (aka Moorings), the most fun you can have in Aberdeen without falling in an oil slick in a kilt. Standing proud facing the… Continue reading KRAKATOA ! – DON’T EAT THE URINAL CAKES
“THEY INVENTED CRAFT, YOU KNOW”
Yes, some dickhead really did mansplain that to his other half. I’d have photographed him but I’ve never mastered selfies. When I arrived just before 7, Mrs RM was already in the BrewDog on Castlegate, opposite the flagship Spoons. A bit like when you say you’re going to America people want to know if you’re… Continue reading “THEY INVENTED CRAFT, YOU KNOW”
IT’S ALL ABOUT THE PUB
Next up (and yes, it’s till Wednesday the 6th here), a pub I enjoyed more than any other this year (well, since the Circus, anyway). Arise, the Queen Vic (as it were). Getting there in the drizzle was half the fun, weaving out of central Aberdeen as the granite finally shone and I stumbled… Continue reading IT’S ALL ABOUT THE PUB
“UNEXPECTED RASHES” IN INVERURIE
Bare with me; only one more post till we get on to the BrewDog bars. Next up on the never-ending schedule of remote Scottish towns with a population of 10k and a GBG entry (OK, not remote if you live there) is Inverurie, penultimate stop on the homeward leg into Aberdeen and an emotional reunion… Continue reading “UNEXPECTED RASHES” IN INVERURIE
LOSING MY MARBLES IN ELGIN
No, no that like. The actual marbles that Elgin stole. Always wanted to see them. Mrs RM and I had passed through Elgin on our mammoth Scottish tour of June 1998. In 21 years, they seem to have lost the marbles (if they ever had them) and gained a Wetherspoons. Which is a gain in… Continue reading LOSING MY MARBLES IN ELGIN
HIDING THE REAL ALE IN A FORRES OF TENNENTS
As predicted by Stafford Paul, my second Forres tick is the Red Lion, a GBG legend apparently. It’s always the ones with the weird names. But first, it’s the sporrans in an army surplus store (top) and Fraser Bros award winning haggis you’re really here for. One thing’s for sure, you won’t starve in Scotland… Continue reading HIDING THE REAL ALE IN A FORRES OF TENNENTS
DOING FORRES MECHANICALLY
More new towns for me to explore, which is what this blog is all about really, There’s only so much fun you can get on your seventh successive annual trip to Bedford. “You’ll be wanting to go to Forres” Scott had said in the Machar Bar, making it sound like the most exotic place on… Continue reading DOING FORRES MECHANICALLY
AGADOO-DO-DO THE OLD ABERDEEN GBG PUB
I think we’re still on Tuesday in Aberdeen (are we ?). I met Mrs RM at the Northern Hotel in Kittybrewster. She’d booked it for proximity to the University where she was fixing IT problems by turning things on and off again. Half the price of the City centre chains, a bit of Art Deco… Continue reading AGADOO-DO-DO THE OLD ABERDEEN GBG PUB
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