SEVEN PINTS LATER – BRAPA IN ST. NEOTS Part 1

Ain’t he cute ? Seven pints later, he looked like this; If that doesn’t put you off real ale, nothing will. Now you know the truth. I only give BRAPA lifts so I can plough the rich seam of blog material he leaves us. Not that I looked any more fresh-faced after two diet lemonades… Continue reading SEVEN PINTS LATER – BRAPA IN ST. NEOTS Part 1

THE ARCHITECTS OF CASK’S DEMISE

I know you’re desperate for news of Mrs RM‘s latest venture to keep me in the style to which I’m accustomed. She’s alternating between Northampton and Cambridge Councils, doing something involving IT, whatever that is.  The Cambridge version of her job takes place at Castle Hill, the highest point in town (i.e. about the height… Continue reading THE ARCHITECTS OF CASK’S DEMISE

A BASS FOR “MR BRIGHTSIDE” OUTSIDE THE ARCHERS

Just to prove I do occasionally read your comments on here, this post follows a recent suggestion from the mysterious hedgenerd about Draught Bass in Grantchester.  To be fair, I’d want to remain mysterious if I lived in Grantchester or Trumpington. “I just had a nice pint (two actually) of Bass at the Green Man… Continue reading A BASS FOR “MR BRIGHTSIDE” OUTSIDE THE ARCHERS

ADNAMS MURK STORMS THE CAMBRIDGE CASK CASTLE

Mrs RM has started an assignment flitting between Northampton Council (yes, THAT one) and a Cambridge office.  If only there was even a 3rd World standard road between the two it’d be bearable. Still, she gets to pop in the Rifle Drum when she stays over, so life’s not all bad. I picked her up… Continue reading ADNAMS MURK STORMS THE CAMBRIDGE CASK CASTLE