YOU’RE MY-YY-YY, YOU’RE MY FAVOURITE WEASTE OF TIME

Back to my Birthday.  With any luck I’ll finish this mini-series before my next one. I think you know the route by now, a zigzag through Castlefield and Salford Quays into the glories of Greater Eccles. Clearly, I should have gone straight to bed and listened to the Match of the Day inquest on the… Continue reading YOU’RE MY-YY-YY, YOU’RE MY FAVOURITE WEASTE OF TIME

NEVER GO BACK TO THE SAME PUB. UNLESS IT’S GOT BASS ON.

  A bonus post for pub tickers sworn to the rules of GBG completion.  “Never shalt ye returneth to a pub once cask hath been drank and pink marker applied“. But if I’d gone straight back to the campervan I’d have had to talk about politics or conservatories with Mrs RM, and the Germans were… Continue reading NEVER GO BACK TO THE SAME PUB. UNLESS IT’S GOT BASS ON.

PUB CRICKET ON THE SPURN APPROACH

Just for my favourite (occasional) Bass custodian at the Petersgate Tap, here’s east Yorkshire’s contribution to pub cricket. The Coach and Horses in Welwick is about as far as you can venture without risk of being washed away when Spurn Head is lost forever on October 26th (visit now !). The sign is worth a… Continue reading PUB CRICKET ON THE SPURN APPROACH

ECCLES CAKES IN HAMPSHIRE’S STOCKBROKER BELT

Hampshire is one of our most varied countries, the dock towns, new towns and monied towns providing a compelling range of architecture and pubs. One of my proudest travel experiences was surviving the whole 90+ minutes of Basingstoke Town v Thurrock in 2009, a game that bettered Portugal v Croatia for tedium.  Grass roots football indeed… Continue reading ECCLES CAKES IN HAMPSHIRE’S STOCKBROKER BELT