February 2025. York. We said we’d get away straight after the funeral; Mrs RM hoped for Moldova, I wanted Maidenhead. It never happened, what with trips to banks and father-in-laws and such. But Sunday brought news of £33 Travelodges in big cities, and with its most famous resident 250 miles away in Neath, there would… Continue reading THE GOLDEN BALL, YORK. BAD KITTY, SHY CAT
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MATILDA IN MANCHESTER
Like a nervous 17 year old, I’d bought my ticket for Matilda Mann ‘s gig in Manchester on the first day. Then I watched in horror as Mrs RM became her second biggest fan and wanted to come with me. On the other hand, at least I wouldn’t look like one of those weird old… Continue reading MATILDA IN MANCHESTER
BRING ME SUNSHINE, SAYS MRS RM
That pic of the Prospect of Whitby is what we call clickbait. Some of you will think “Ah, Goths and the Magpie“, others will know it as “that Wapping pub by the Thames I always assumed was a Sam Smiths“. I took it in the New Inn, Yarm’s new micro. I popped in, pre-emptively, after… Continue reading BRING ME SUNSHINE, SAYS MRS RM
FOR 24 MINUTES I’D BEEN DRINKING NEXT DOOR TO EBOR MORRIS MEN
Getting closer to actually meeting the great BRAPA now, so I had my artisan tea/supper (falafel wrap from Harrogate Co-op), finally booked into the Heworth, and did York. York was in the grip of Chris Norman Fever during my visit. Would Chris do the original, or would the chavvy York crowd demand the Roy “Chubby”… Continue reading FOR 24 MINUTES I’D BEEN DRINKING NEXT DOOR TO EBOR MORRIS MEN
SHEFFIELD : IN THE CHURCH OF THE POISON MIND
A rare appearance by a long-forgotten Culture Club single from that summer of ’83, and a rare appearance by our two lads, pictured in a Sheffield pub on Saturday morning. This was a flying visit to check our undergrad lad was eating “properly“. He certainly demolished a Balti at 7 Spices near Shakespeare’s. You’ll… Continue reading SHEFFIELD : IN THE CHURCH OF THE POISON MIND
FULLERS TAKE THE BRASS, BRASS CASTLE TAKE THE PLAUDITS AT MANC FEST ’19
I’m no great fan of beer festivals, and not just because they take people out of pubs (I know, I know). And writing about them is much harder than writing about pubs. But Manchester Fest is always great fun, the beer is cool (in both senses), and being Northern people sometimes speak to you rather… Continue reading FULLERS TAKE THE BRASS, BRASS CASTLE TAKE THE PLAUDITS AT MANC FEST ’19
AN URMSTON UTOPIA
While everyone else bleats on about Huddersfield and Wigan and Thanet, the real pub action is going on in Nuneaton and Dulwich and Carlisle. And Urmston. A third trip to the outer reaches of Trafford (definitely not Salford, oh no) in a year, after successful forays into Flixton and Cadishead (which is in Salford). With… Continue reading AN URMSTON UTOPIA
CLASSIC BRISTOL PUB CATS IN THE LIME KILN
Some decent pubs, great street art, and scary hills in Bristol on our trip. But it was the casual dining that’s really impressed. After those Lebanese tapas and Bus burritos, we had some very cheap Vietnamese grub in Tuk Tuck. Getting lost in Leonard Lane on the way was a bonus. Never make Mrs RM walk… Continue reading CLASSIC BRISTOL PUB CATS IN THE LIME KILN
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