I am so woke (if not actually awake) I’m able to give obscure Aberdeenshire villages their preferred names; the same applies to our national sport. Not content with my first Highland League fixture, I made Sunday the designated “Watch Scottish football on TV in a pub” day. Where better than famed Belhaven boozer Ma Cameron’s… Continue reading FITTIE AND FITBA IN ABERDEEN
Tag: Aberdeen
FRIDAY NIGHT IS CRAFT NIGHT IN ABERDEEN
WARNING : CONTAINS CRAFT 5pm on a Friday night on the mean streets of central Aberdeen. Mrs RM was still turning the University IT off and on again, I was lugging around my overnight bag (mainly phone rechargers), and I had no new GBG ticks to do, unless I jumped on the ferry to Orkney.… Continue reading FRIDAY NIGHT IS CRAFT NIGHT IN ABERDEEN
THE THRILL OF THE GRILL
While I’d been slogging my way up to the Highlands and round the Moray coast towards Aberdeen, Mrs RM had taking the easy option of a Logan Air flight from Southend. I think you should demand she blogs about Southend, you know. She’ll have had this view as the plane bumbled towards Trump Airport in… Continue reading THE THRILL OF THE GRILL
ABERDEEN – IT’S A WRAP
My last Aberdeen post, promise. I met Mrs RM at the Marischal, looking lovelier than ever (Mrs RM, not the Marischal). Any plans I had to take Mrs RM on a tour of Aberdeen’s famous pubs went out of the window; whether due to that evening in the Krakatoa or the cumulative effect of IT… Continue reading ABERDEEN – IT’S A WRAP
SCRATCHING THE AITCHIE’S ITCH
Back in Aberdeen, via the hospital and every possible bus stop in the western suburbs, I pondered three things over flat whites in the Archibald Simpson. a) I would never have another beer, ever. b) It was my own fault. c) I couldn’t just sit in Wetherspoons nursing a coffee for five hours till Mrs… Continue reading SCRATCHING THE AITCHIE’S ITCH
QUEASY IN OLDMELDRUM
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
