Back to something like chronology, and last week’s trip to North Yorkshire, a county finished by BRAPA with a burst of arrogance recently. I’ve still got a couple of dozen to go in Yorkshire, including a couple alarmingly close to Si’s baronial home. Luckily he was out, on a train to somewhere exotic, probably. Speaking… Continue reading NEW (IN) YORK
QUEUEING FOR BEER
You might on occasion think this blog is a bit obsessed with BRAPA, and of course you’d be right. Laughing at Simon’s “antics” has either added or taken 3 years to/from my life, and his lack of litigation awareness means I can nick whole words without fear of being sued. And that obsession clearly runs… Continue reading QUEUEING FOR BEER
BOROUGH – BEAUTIFUL BROWN BEER & BEARDS
Part 2 of our Borough Bender (lightweight edition, clearly) as I weighed up the competing attractions of the Wheatsheaf, Sheaf and the Globe. But you’ll know my thoughts on shorts. Time to put some more strain on Mrs RM’s heel. For nostalgia, I sought out Kaplan Financial Training, day trip of many an NHS Accounting Trainee over… Continue reading BOROUGH – BEAUTIFUL BROWN BEER & BEARDS
BACK TO BOROUGH (PART 1)
Reports from York, Filey, our garden and Littlehampton to come, but a short break from strict chronology now to bring you a report from Borough Market. Feeling Duncan’s pain, I woke up Sunday realising how difficult it would be to achieve a new GBG tick with Mrs RM. “Fancy a day out Mrs RM. I’ll drive” “How… Continue reading BACK TO BOROUGH (PART 1)
NEW INN, OLD FOLK
What a joy to be in a Shropshire Joule’s pub on folk night ! As Pub Curmudgeon noted yesterday, the New Inn is Newport’s GBG pub, and a good example of the Joules style, though with a bit more going on than usual. A programme of free music, beer and rum festivals to keep Sunday… Continue reading NEW INN, OLD FOLK
ON THE HOP IN NEWPORT, SALOP
My last Staffordshire GBG tick came just outside Newport, Salop. As is traditional, this is what a completed Staffs looks like, Mr BRAPA (I expect Pubmeister first completed it when it was still called Ye Middle Mercia). The last tick was the Red Lion in Sutton, another place name that pops up in multiple counties. Another… Continue reading ON THE HOP IN NEWPORT, SALOP
CHASING CANNOCK CHARM
Staffordshire is an underrated county, tainted by association with scandals (Mid Staffs Hospital, the Julian Cope cover for “Fried”, a short pint in Tutbury etc) and some fairly poor social housing (the Tamworth towers, the Kinver Caves). Scandalously, some pubs only serve one beer. Like this one. But it has Bass, it has the toilet museum… Continue reading CHASING CANNOCK CHARM
BARTON-UNDER-NEEDWOOD – PEDI HANDLED WITH CARE
After finishing Derbyshire, thoughts turn naturally to Staffs, where frankly there’s an even better chance of Bass/Pedi and of being called “M’duck“. That’s pretty much all I really need from pubs these days. Barton-u-L, as the kids call it, is handily placed between the National Arboretum and that place where they brew Bass. Since Lord Buckethead… Continue reading BARTON-UNDER-NEEDWOOD – PEDI HANDLED WITH CARE
MODERN MATLOCK
Enough of East Angular for a while. I might report on Littleport if I can bear it. I had a couple of days recovery while Mrs RM drank her Southwold present. By Saturday we were going mad so I suggested a day trip to the Dales. If nothing else it’s a chance to stop at… Continue reading MODERN MATLOCK
WOBBLING TO WALBERSWICK
So a good start in Southwold at the classic Lord Nelson before we headed off over the dunes towards Walberswick and past the beach huts, led by Sis and Niece. Look at them go ! (they were hungry). The main talking point was the c.£200,000 that those huts (no overnight stay) are fetching. Up until recently… Continue reading WOBBLING TO WALBERSWICK
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