The Retired Martin household spent 25 December in Sheffield. No presents at all, but we did allow Mrs RM to serve a Christmas pudding she’d picked up cheap at Aldi late on Christmas Eve. I do not approve, but I have no say in my own house. All I want now I’m 58 (I know,… Continue reading A HOLT AND A HYDE’S IN HEATON PARK
BACK IN MANCHESTER; BEER, CURRY AND V.A.R.
Today’s Word Press post idea – “Tell us one thing you hope never say about you“. Tricky one. How about “He’s that bloke who thought he’d completed the Beer Guide but missed one out, never knew there were TWO (2) pubs called the Globe in Marylebone“. 5th November 2022. The obligatory map. Yes, back in… Continue reading BACK IN MANCHESTER; BEER, CURRY AND V.A.R.
CHEADLE – FLAT CAPS, FLAT WHITES, FOAMY BEER
Next stop, Cheadle. No, no, not THAT Cheadle. The one Stockport owns. And seamlessly from one Hulme to another one; W. Hulme Farm Produce is still boarded up. Information welcome. Bar the Church of St Mary’s, it’s the architectural highlight of a village that’s little more than a main road from Stockport to the A34… Continue reading CHEADLE – FLAT CAPS, FLAT WHITES, FOAMY BEER
MRS RM FINALLY VISITS THE JOLLY ANGLER
You left us in the car park of Ashton-under-Lyne IKEA, my dreams of a night in Fierce, Cask Ancoats and the Hare and Hounds in tatters. By the time Mrs RM had freshened up at the Ikea Budget it was flippin’ 8.30pm. Only an hour and a half to cross Great Ancoats Street, check in… Continue reading MRS RM FINALLY VISITS THE JOLLY ANGLER
NO ! , NOT THE JOLLY ANGLER
I drove straight home from Constantine with Sis last night, managing the trip from Cornwall to home in six hours. Isn’t it supposed to take six days ? It’ll take six days to write up the 25 pubs though. I peeped at the BBC Sport website to see if City had matched Bayern in the… Continue reading NO ! , NOT THE JOLLY ANGLER
“A PROPER PUB, NOT A HIPSTER BAR”. FLORIAN THE PSYCHOLOGIST LOVES THE JOLLY ANGLER
You left Mrs RM and I outside Mr Thomas’s Chop House, one of the few central Manchester pubs I’ve neglected to visit over 30 years of pubbing here. And I still can’t tell you if the beer there is better than in Wales, as the luxurious interior was a sea of reserved tables. Another time.… Continue reading “A PROPER PUB, NOT A HIPSTER BAR”. FLORIAN THE PSYCHOLOGIST LOVES THE JOLLY ANGLER
“AND YOUR OWN”
No post yesterday, just to see if Russ panicked. Actually, I was on a mission to deposit James back in Sheffield in his new digs down the road from the Wellington, and then see the Famous Fulham at the Etihad. More on Sheff later. Once I’d ensured James had settled in with the important… Continue reading “AND YOUR OWN”
HYDE-ING FROM HAIL IN LYMM
Enough of the southern softies with their Peroni and rugger; back up north for a few ticks before chips and City. Into Lymm, famed as the place where BRAPA insulted the locals by asking whether the village was in Greater Manchester. I visited the location where Simon was sacrificed to the God of Proper Counties.… Continue reading HYDE-ING FROM HAIL IN LYMM