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

“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

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

HOORAY ! HOORAY ! IT’S A STOURBRIDGE HOLIDAY

Some people use pub cats to attract your attention; I’m sticking to weird Boney M references. And of course, the lure of Stourbridge. This was a Friday night beer and curry with Dereham’s top toper  Charles. I think Mrs RM was “smashing the system” or something that night. We missed her. We chose a Friday… Continue reading HOORAY ! HOORAY ! IT’S A STOURBRIDGE HOLIDAY