THE BALD BUZZARD LIFTS LEIGHTON EVEN HIGHER

I doubt anyone took notice when I rated Leighton Buzzard my pub town of 2015. Nothing in Bedfordshire can be that good ? As BRAPA has discovered, the county has some gems, and any pub you fall asleep in is clearly worthy of merit. You’ll notice I visited a month after Simon but managed to hold my drink. Just… Continue reading THE BALD BUZZARD LIFTS LEIGHTON EVEN HIGHER

END OF THE ROAD CHRISTMAS SHOW – THE FAIRYTALE OF SHOREDITCH

Barely back from Burton an hour, we had to shoot off to Shoreditch for the End of the Road Christmas show.  This is typically a tiny show in a new east London club venue with decent sound; last year’s gig at Oslo had the best sound and most overpriced beer of the year. The last few… Continue reading END OF THE ROAD CHRISTMAS SHOW – THE FAIRYTALE OF SHOREDITCH

TOP PRE-MATCH PUBS No.1 – THE PICCADILLY TAP

I was in the great city of Stoke as a cheap base for my latest trip to the Etihad, watching City reserves play that Glasgow team supported by professional drinkers.  These days, it’s more a case of watching the day-trippers taking selfies and continually standing up to let latecomers take their seats. Having already ticked off… Continue reading TOP PRE-MATCH PUBS No.1 – THE PICCADILLY TAP

PENKHULL – YOU’RE MY HONEYWALL

I could have lumped my walk round Penkhull in with the post on Newcastle-under-Lyme, but it’s quite parochial round here. And while I wouldn’t call N-u-L posh, it positively flaunts its wealth at the townships down the A52. Even their Travelodge feels like The Carlyle when you’ve spent a night at Stoke’s top railway hotel. Rarely will… Continue reading PENKHULL – YOU’RE MY HONEYWALL

SURVIVING SOUTH-WEST LONDON PART 2 – TOOTING TO CLAPHAM

The No.44 dropped off us off at Tooting Broadway, allowing us half a mile walk along one of London’s most calorific streets.  Yet another place Mrs RM has worked (St Georges) though she claimed to have resisted the lure of the barfi in Nirala back then. Asian sweets and cake shops all the way up to… Continue reading SURVIVING SOUTH-WEST LONDON PART 2 – TOOTING TO CLAPHAM

TAKING SW LONDON BY THE HORNS PART 1 – WIMBLEDON

A lot of folk have been whining about 2016 (as if 2016 cares), but it’s a wonderful life when you can board a train crushed against folk in England “rugby” shirts singing “Hey Ho Sweet Chaaariot“.  I bet they had reserved pub tables in Twickers. It’s always a bit of a mixed blessing when the lovely… Continue reading TAKING SW LONDON BY THE HORNS PART 1 – WIMBLEDON