Having eulogised about the Manchester Beer festival,  I should have expected a slightly frosty reception on my return home from Mrs RM, who is three weeks into Dryanuary (and Chocolatefreeanuary which is worse). To compensate, I drove her to Leicester today, ostensibly to take our youngest son to a refurbished skatepark; you can see that refurbishment… Continue reading ON THE EVIL KEG IN LEICESTER