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.

LAMBERHURST – FOAMING JUGS, EFFUSIVE WELCOME, 60p OF MISUNDERSTANDING

September 2023. Lamberhurst, Tunbridge Wells. Weeks have taken on a fairly consistent shape in recent months. Weekends spent with my parents in Waterbeach attending to shopping, doctors appointments and Chung Hwa collections, followed by trips to Mrs RM’s Mum and Dad in Tunbridge Well to try and get my father-in-law back on his feet. We… Continue reading LAMBERHURST – FOAMING JUGS, EFFUSIVE WELCOME, 60p OF MISUNDERSTANDING

LURED INTO THE IMPERIAL BY “NEWKY BROWN IN A WINE GLASS” ERNIE

September 2023. Southborough. Just a pint in t’Wells at the Grove then a bus back to the in-laws. We’d even managed to walk past the alluring entrance to the Imperial, the gorgeous but dull pub on th corner. Well, nearly. A chap holding a wine glass jumped out and waved at us to come in.… Continue reading LURED INTO THE IMPERIAL BY “NEWKY BROWN IN A WINE GLASS” ERNIE

TOP 100 PUBS – THE GROVE, ROYAL TUNBRIDGE WELLS

September 2023. Royal Tunbridge Wells. I’ll let you into a secret. I’m much more likely to award coveted status if I can’t think of a title for a blog post, and the only one that sprang to mind was “RESERVED FOR THE DOG” (read on). Monday night, after a day of doctors appointments and pill… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – THE GROVE, ROYAL TUNBRIDGE WELLS

FEELING OLD AND PECULIER IN THE OPERA HOUSE

September 2023. Royal Tunbridge Wells. Thank you for all your kind words of sympathy after the revelation I’d had to walk the 3 miles back from the Pantiles due to the last bus leaving at 17:28. “In my day the last bus on Sunday left at 3pm on the Saturday. IF you were lucky” writes… Continue reading FEELING OLD AND PECULIER IN THE OPERA HOUSE

WHEN THE LAST BUS BACK FROM TUNBRIDGE WELLS HAS LEFT AT 5:28pm

September 2023. Royal Tunbridge Wells. I was taking a break from in-law drama in the Pantiles, and after a couple of pints of pre-emptive and post-emptive craft thought I’d better get back for 6. Google maps tells you when and where to catch the bus from the station. “You’ve just missed the last bus mate”… Continue reading WHEN THE LAST BUS BACK FROM TUNBRIDGE WELLS HAS LEFT AT 5:28pm