October 2023. Hitchin, Herts. Yes, finally into October, and an immediate return to the new GBG for an unexpected entry in That Hitchin. We were married in Willian, lived in Letchworth and Hitchin for a decade, endured (well, Mrs RM did) the birth of James at Stevenage Hospital and I’m sure, sure, I visited ALL… Continue reading HITCHIN HERTS MY EARS (Queens Of The Stone Age’s fault)
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SOOTY HAS A BLACK EYE BUT THE DOUGLAS MARKET PUBS AREN’T TO BLAME
I’d woke up that Monday at my usual 05:45 (sorry, Duncan) to catch the farming news, and now it was 18:45 on Tuesday and I’d only had two (2) hours sleep in thirty-seven, snatched on the Ben-My-Chree on that early morning crossing from Heysham. Technically, I could have caught the evening journey back to Heysham,… Continue reading SOOTY HAS A BLACK EYE BUT THE DOUGLAS MARKET PUBS AREN’T TO BLAME
THROWING THE BALL BACK IN FREUCHIE
More modest posts about modest little Scots boozers, and more proof that Fife is a corking chapter of the GBG as long as you care little about whether your beer is GBG 3+ or GBG 3- (3.25, Mike). Actually, it’s the Kingdom of Fife, of course, just as it’s the Mess of Merseyside and the… Continue reading THROWING THE BALL BACK IN FREUCHIE
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