Christmas Eve 2023. Tonbridge. Finally, at 20:24, (almost) appropriately, we headed back to our Premier Inn ahead of the ordeals of a family Christmas. Blimey, don’t some folk make an effort ! It looks like Mrs RM almost wandered into the Somerhill by mistake. I remember that fondly from the short-lived Hooden Horse chain that… Continue reading YOU SHOULD ALWAYS GO FOR THE BEER WITH THE FLASHING PUMP CLIP
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THE PUNCH AND JUDY
Christmas Eve 2023. Tonbridge. An impromptu Christmas Eve crawl with the lads reached its crescendo (?) as we headed back to the Tonbridge Premier Inn for an early night ahead of “Ordeal by Turkey”. So on leaving the Station we resisted the undoubted charms of the Constitutional Club (Abbot, I think). But, on turning the… Continue reading THE PUNCH AND JUDY
TONBRIDGE’S BRO-COUNTRY PUB
Christmas Eve 2023. Tonbridge. You learn something new every day. On Christmas Eve I learnt my two sons were quite capable of choosing a third Tonbridge pub of the night without my steer, though the only possible reason for picking the Station House would have been that it was there. Unmistakably a Craft Union place,… Continue reading TONBRIDGE’S BRO-COUNTRY PUB
TOP 100 PUBS – THE NELSON ARMS, TONBRIDGE
Christmas Eve 2023. Tonbridge. The great Taylor Family Christmas Eve pub crawl headed aimlessly south from Fuggles, their tummies full of toastie and “hot dog”, without a clue what to now we weren’t hanging about for a family curry. Harvey’s in a Tudor hotel ? Looking after suspicious packages outside the fun pub ? Nope.… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – THE NELSON ARMS, TONBRIDGE
It was Christmas Eve, babe, in the drunk tank
Christmas Eve 2023. Tonbridge. Our days of being abroad at Christmas are probably on the back burner for now, and it seemed more important than ever to be with both sets of parents this year after extended hospitalisations. The 24th in Waterbeach and Tonbridge, the 25th in Tonbridge and Waterbeach. At least the A1 was… Continue reading It was Christmas Eve, babe, in the drunk tank
THIN GLASS ATROCITITIES AT THE SOURCE OF THE DARENT
September 2023. Brasted, Kent. A last Kent pub for now, before we leave my father-in-law thankfully in recovery mode. Next time down south I WILL attempt to find something nice to say about Sevenoaks (I won’t). Brasted IS technically in Sevenoaks, just up the A25 from the council recycling centre where Mrs RM was working… Continue reading THIN GLASS ATROCITITIES AT THE SOURCE OF THE DARENT
THE PUB SIGN SWINGS IN THE BRASTED BREEZE…
September 2023. Brasted, Kent. First things, first. Congratulations to Leon for his remarkable achievement in ticking the Spoons, ALL the Spoons. Here he is on the Wirral showing how you raise children properly. In pints, too, the only way to tick. No wonder Simon was first to congratulate him. There’s a Leon just up the… Continue reading THE PUB SIGN SWINGS IN THE BRASTED BREEZE…
“Hey mate, watch my bag for a minute while I go and get a scratchcard”. Drug drama at Tonbridge Castle.
There are three things likely to improve your blog views. 1) Blogging from an unheralded town and slagging off its classier neighbour, 2) Queueing (especially in Spoons), 3) Tipping your beer in a plant pot. Let’s see if a reference to drugs can be added to our list. We needed to catch a bus back… Continue reading “Hey mate, watch my bag for a minute while I go and get a scratchcard”. Drug drama at Tonbridge Castle.
QUEUEING IN TONBRIDGE SPOONS
September 2023. Tonbridge. Three competing priorities at the moment; elderly family, cross-checking the new GBG, and keeping the blog up-to-date. I’m sure there’s other things to do like the garden but they can wait. So excuse the brevity of these posts, though I guess with Angela Rippon on Strictly Antique Bake-off you’ve got better things… Continue reading QUEUEING IN TONBRIDGE SPOONS
“Jug or straight ?”. For once, I make the WRONG choice in Tonbridge.
September 2023. Tonbridge (not Royal). Three (3) posts from the self-proclaimed Garden of England on a Tuesday night when Tonbridge suddenly made sense. Mrs RM and I have felt exhausted on our return from attending to parents, and that’s as much to do with being confined indoors and missing out on our 20,000 steps as… Continue reading “Jug or straight ?”. For once, I make the WRONG choice in Tonbridge.
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