Greetings from a sunny Larmer Gardens on Cranborne Chase where I’ve reached the end of the End of the Road and the tent is packed. Back to life, back to the reality of ticking again. I told you yesterday I’d managed to avoid the homebrew, and almost made it through to close sober, but for… Continue reading A LATE, LATE NIGHT, AND IT’S ALL TIM THOMAS’S FAULT
Tag: End of the Road
BEAVERTOWN BANISHED, COOKING LAGER BOOMS AT THE END OF THE ROAD
I wondered what would happen to my readership if I stopped publishing new content during my 4 day music festival on the Dorset/Hants/Wiltshire border. Pleasingly, still a few people visiting hoping for pics of Old Boys drinking 6X through a straw in Shaftesbury. We’ll have to hope Mrs RM took THOSE photos as she tours… Continue reading BEAVERTOWN BANISHED, COOKING LAGER BOOMS AT THE END OF THE ROAD
“The drunks at the bar talk over the band”
“Where are your great posts on obscure modern music, retiredmartin, we love them” said no-one ever you all ask. What a good question. Last year my posts on melancholy melodies at the start of the first lockdown seemed to strike a, ahem, chord with my more discerning readers, but writing about music is about as… Continue reading “The drunks at the bar talk over the band”
MY END OF THE ROAD TAKEAWAYS
A few reflections from my 7th End of the Road Festival in Dorset. Or Salisbury, if you want to make people afraid to shake your hand. Getting that campervan was our best ever investment, saving 43 hours queueing for showers and loos over the weekend. Though dragging your tent over the stony path to the… Continue reading MY END OF THE ROAD TAKEAWAYS
WHOA, BLACK BETTY
Greetings from End of the Road, home of a 100 “Unknown Pleasures” T-shirts and a GBG19 style crisis as the onion bhajias have run out. But there’s sushi. Good news as Mrs RM finally finishes her VAT return and joins me on the Beavertown (stylised Beeverton by Mrs RM, in honour of City’s 100 points… Continue reading WHOA, BLACK BETTY
HOPE FOR CASK AT THE END OF THE ROAD
I’m enjoying the sun and soapy suds, as you Yanks say, at the End of the Road Festival. Loads of youngsters with beards. It could be IndyMan. The Beavertown bar has a craft peacock to protect it against hostile takeover by Big Beer. We’ll see how corporate Beavertown have become when they open their mega… Continue reading HOPE FOR CASK AT THE END OF THE ROAD
BEAVERTOWN @ END OF THE ROAD
Just back from the End of the Road Festival to find the Beer Guide still not delivered. I am surprisingly calm, considering. The return to a world of internet is quite a shock, as was the arrival of “Craft” at End of the Road, a music festival that eschews an excess of modernity. On my… Continue reading BEAVERTOWN @ END OF THE ROAD
MARTHA & JOANNA IN HACKNEY
The End of the Road Christmas gig in Hackney last night allowed me to finish the Beer Guide pubs in East London. The Adam & Eve on Homerton High Street is a cracker, beautiful and bustling with a very mixed early evening crowd. Plenty of seating of all varieties too, meaning it felt as much boozer… Continue reading MARTHA & JOANNA IN HACKNEY
MODERN MUSIC IS RUBBISH
I’m just back from my fourth End of the Road Festival, where I’ve seen more than 40 artists across all musical genres and with only the fact they make music in 2015 in common. I must have heard nearly 300 songs and only 2 cover versions (bizarrely Johnny B Good and Atmosphere). Unfashionably, I reckon… Continue reading MODERN MUSIC IS RUBBISH
END OF THE ROAD
Tomorrow I’m off to End of the Road, a smallish music festival near Salisbury (just below the Sixpenny Handley Brewery which I hope to visit at last). This annual festival is the only one I visit, and is usually one of the year’s highlights. This will be the first year I’m going on my own… Continue reading END OF THE ROAD
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