I thought I’d get that little bit of Oswestry disappointment out of the way before I got onto the rave review. What a town this is. It’s not just the “micro in a treehouse” * Mr T Irvin Esq will no doubt appreciate the dead railway station with it’s excellent collection of Thomas and… Continue reading O WOW ! OSWESTRY !
ALL QUIET IN THE OSWESTRY HUNDRED
The pubs in Wolves were ticking over at lunchtime, but I’ve a real nervousness about the health of our more rural pubs these days. Closed on Mondays and Tuesdays, open at 4pm if you’re lucky, and subject to unannounced closures. Wolverhampton was all about revisiting proper boozers, but my two newbies on the edge of… Continue reading ALL QUIET IN THE OSWESTRY HUNDRED
ROUNDING UP THE WOLVES WONDERS
In case you wondered, yes I am intent on getting more posts out of Wolves than Richard. Beaten on quality, but never on quantity. I could have put these bonus photos on Facebook, but of course then my personal data would be sold to the Russian organisation trying to get us to vote “YES” to… Continue reading ROUNDING UP THE WOLVES WONDERS
WOLVES – IT ENDS WITH A CURRY…
Unlike the hardened Professional Drinkers on the Beer and Pubs Forum (note the pre-eminence of the “Beer“), I can’t do a whole day drinking from 10am to 10pm, and by dusk it was time for a curry and bed. The trip into the centre takes you past some great art, both new and more traditional.… Continue reading WOLVES – IT ENDS WITH A CURRY…
“THE DOOG”, THE DOOLEYS AND DRAUGHT MILD
For five points, name the player on the floor (above) being skimmed by Derek Dougan, hero of our next Wolves pub. Pub Curmudgeon knows a thing or two about Heritage pubs, and after the Banks’s tour we headed for one, across what can charitably be called “Salt of the earth Wolverhampton”. Actually, it passes the… Continue reading “THE DOOG”, THE DOOLEYS AND DRAUGHT MILD
BANKS’S – IT’S ALL IN THE PULL
I have very little interest in beer, or the process of making it. The only possible purpose of a brewery tour is the chance to get the beer the way intended at the end. But hats off to Banks’s (a.k.a. Marston’s) whose tour I joined along with a small bunch of pubby ne’er-do-wells last Wednesday.… Continue reading BANKS’S – IT’S ALL IN THE PULL
PULLING UP TREES IN WOLVES
With apologies to Eyemouth, Buntingford, Rye and Tonbridge (ah, Tonbridge), you’ll have to wait for your day in the retiredmartin sun. I can’t find your photos on OneDrive. The one from Tonbridge with Mrs RM and Paul Bailey doing karaoke in the Man of Kent is in there, somewhere. But the evidence from Wolverhampton last… Continue reading PULLING UP TREES IN WOLVES
DUNS GEARS UP
This month marks the 50th anniversary of the death of Jim Clark, much loved Scottish racing driver. As someone whose driving history takes in a Fiat Panda (Mrs RM), Ford Pop Plus and Toyota Aygo, you’ll surmise I’m no petrol-head, though I have aspirations towards an electric self-driving car that will allow me to complete… Continue reading DUNS GEARS UP
FLASHING THE GOLD CARD
Mrs RM and I took joint life CAMRA membership 20 odd years ago, even before the Spoons vouchers kicked in, and despite believing that beer festivals are the devil’s work. I don’t really care about the odd 10p discount you get in pubs that trade profit for Beer Guide inclusion, but I’ll take when I’m… Continue reading FLASHING THE GOLD CARD
GOTHENBURGS – NEW GLORIES IN NEWTONGRANGE
Phew. I thought I’d lost my photos of the Dean Tavern in Newtongrange, yet another highlight of my Borders Bonanza (as history will record it). Not that it would matter, as the Pubmeister did a sterling job of capturing its glories last month. Duncan’s piece tells you all you need to know about… Continue reading GOTHENBURGS – NEW GLORIES IN NEWTONGRANGE
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