Tag: Guinness

THE BIG FAMILY GET-TOGETHER BEFORE THE FUNERAL

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February 2025. Waterbeach. Three things are certain in life. Death, Paul Mudge resisting craft beer, and the indestructability of Retired Martin’s Aygo. Three years after gifting it to my brother-in-law after passing 210,000 miles (in 6 years) he just sold it for scrap, “We Buy Any Car” laughing in his face, it just turned up… Continue reading THE BIG FAMILY GET-TOGETHER BEFORE THE FUNERAL

CHRIS DE BURGH DISSECTED IN THE ARMY AND NAVY

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November 2023. Stoke Newington. London. Last Friday was a wonderful night. Three great artists singing about dog deaths and other heartache in a London church, with suitable intervals to nip to the pub between sets. I’d not heard of Leith Ross, but then neither had you 5 seconds ago, which is another example of just… Continue reading CHRIS DE BURGH DISSECTED IN THE ARMY AND NAVY

“You can’t rush Guinness, can you ?”

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June 2023. Winchelsea. Mrs RM has enjoyed her time down in Rye Harbour, tidying up the caravan, contemplating her next bottle of Shepherd Neame 1698, and contemplating possibly engaging in some twitching at the nature reserve. The harbour is heaving with gentlefolk in beige, armed with binoculars, heading for the hides. Twitter seems to have… Continue reading “You can’t rush Guinness, can you ?”

JUMPING ON THE GUINNESS BANDWAGON AT THE BREWERY TAP

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9th February 2023. On my weekly trips back to Waterbeach (“home”) to entertain my parents with readings from my blog I can at least get the blog up-to-date, as long as Dad doesn’t the internet box off. What I can’t do is leave the village, the northern exit (the brewery quarter) closed and the middle… Continue reading JUMPING ON THE GUINNESS BANDWAGON AT THE BREWERY TAP

In an unexpected turn of events, I take Mrs RM’s advice.

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11:35. No sign of movement in the Crown. The gaggle of foreign tourists seemed to be blaming me, who’d been waiting outside the historic entrance for 28 minutes already. “Let’s go in the pub next door while we’re waiting for the pub” said Mrs RM. Robinsons Bar, also known by the more traditional Fibber Magee… Continue reading In an unexpected turn of events, I take Mrs RM’s advice.