September 2023. End of the Road Festival, Cranborne Chase. One of the annual traditions at End of the Road, along with watching Mrs RM put the day tent up while we watch and spilling curry down our new T-shirts, is a half hour walk along the narrow lanes to the Museum for a pint of… Continue reading SIXPENNY NONE THE RICHER
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MODERN MUSIC ISN’T RUBBISH. YOU’VE JUST NEVER HEARD ANY.
September 2023. End of the Road Festival, Cranborne Chase. Oooh, more pinking. I’d coloured in the things I wanted to see in the programme, forgetting to allow time to buy liquorice, craft murk and Nepalese curry. You’re probably thinking “But I don’t recognise ANY of those names, Retired Martin !“, and it’s true to say… Continue reading MODERN MUSIC ISN’T RUBBISH. YOU’VE JUST NEVER HEARD ANY.
IN THE GARDEN
September 2023. End of the Road Festival. Among the pub-focused bloggers I guess Paul Bailey’s wonderful blog is closest to mine, feeling more like a diary packed with the trials and triumphs of life as much as the hard facts about the pub. I know you live in anticipation of my non-pub posts, keen to… Continue reading IN THE GARDEN
ALL CHANGE AT THE FESTIVAL BEER BAR
September 2023. End of the Road Festival. Food and beer are a big part of the End of the Road, even though (unlike many festivals) you can take as many cans as you like in. Loads of Punk IPA and Abbot, since you ask. A lot of local cask, a short-lived dalliance with Beavertown, and… Continue reading ALL CHANGE AT THE FESTIVAL BEER BAR
THE END OF THE ROAD
August – September 2023. Somewhere on Cranborne Chase. An eleventh End of the Road for me, though 2022 was a bit traumatic with Dad in A & E on the first night. This is the festival that re-fired my interest in modern music in 2011, an interest unexpectedly picked up by James. Here he is,… Continue reading THE END OF THE ROAD
I WANT TO SEE THE BRIGHT LIGHTS TONIGHT
By the time we left the Globe we only had time for one more pub, a new GBG entry near our gig, but mysteriously we had enough time for shopping in Oxford Street. This was a particular mystery to me, as I’d assumed we’d concluded our present shopping on 1 January, just as we do… Continue reading I WANT TO SEE THE BRIGHT LIGHTS TONIGHT
ANGUISH AND REDEMPTION IN LARMER TREE GARDENS
1 September at End of the Road has started well enough, but before the music had even started I received the call from Sis to say that was in Addenbrookes, prompting an anguised dash back along the M3/M25 to Waterbeach, leaving Mrs RM and James to fend for themselves in a field in Dorset. Friday,… Continue reading ANGUISH AND REDEMPTION IN LARMER TREE GARDENS
THE TRADITIONAL CRAWL FROM END OF THE ROAD TO THE MUSEUM GAINS A NEW ADHERANT
As you’d expect, I’m a big fan of custom and tradition. I ALWAYS spend exactly the same amount on Christmas presents each year, I ALWAYS forget our wedding anniversary and I ALWAYS go for the strongest beer at IndyMan assuming all thirds are priced the same Yes, I’m a creature of habit. So when we… Continue reading THE TRADITIONAL CRAWL FROM END OF THE ROAD TO THE MUSEUM GAINS A NEW ADHERANT
THE END OF THE ROAD
We returned from Scotland, an agonising nine (9) ticks short of GBG immortality, on the penultimate day of August. The 31st was spent wondering whether we should have made the effort to get to Orkney and finish the Guide. We wouldn’t have had any time to sleep, but hey-ho. But it was too late. September… Continue reading THE END OF THE ROAD
SUMMER CAME LATE TO CRANBORNE CHASE
We finally reached September, and after a morning hospital appointment with Mum headed down (only 3 hours, record) to Cranborne Chase, where Mrs RM deposited me at a field, near Wiltshire, like in the Pulp song (no drugs). Yes, End of the Road on my own, with only Baa Baa Toure for company. I’d booked… Continue reading SUMMER CAME LATE TO CRANBORNE CHASE
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