Two days into Tier 2, and I have a magnificent ZERO new GBG ticks. Whether anyone can beat that is another matter. Duncan isn’t allowed to leave his Paisley patch, and BRAPA is stuck in Tier 2 watching Westerns. At the moment I’m otherwise occupied (details to follow), and though I have to pass through… Continue reading STEW, STEWED*
Tag: Lockdown
TWO “SUBSTANTIAL MEALS” IN TWO HOURS – IT CAN’T END WELL
“Do you want to take me out for tea ?” said Mrs RM. You’re right, it wasn’t a question. Normally that means “Drive me to the Wrestlers for 2 pints and a Pad Thai“. But it fills up early at the Wrestlers, and football with fans was returning over the road at the Abbey, and… Continue reading TWO “SUBSTANTIAL MEALS” IN TWO HOURS – IT CAN’T END WELL
I’M MAKING A LIST, I’M CHECKING IT TWICE
Mrs RM has just put the Christmas tree up. No, I lie, she’s put TWO Christmas trees up, having just bought a second. November is turning into a BAD month. No pubs since the 4th, of course, and my tentative plans to pop to Cornwall for a few quick socially distanced halves prompted an irate… Continue reading I’M MAKING A LIST, I’M CHECKING IT TWICE
SO, JUST WHEN DOES LOCKDOWN END ?
Not a post as such, more a serious question ? When DOES lockdown end, exactly, and when can I go to the pub (any pub) again ? I know Tier 3 means pubs are closed and Tier 2 means pie and pint deals only, which only leaves me with a beer in Tier 1 (probably… Continue reading SO, JUST WHEN DOES LOCKDOWN END ?
FOUR MONTHS OFF, FOUR MONTHS ON, FOUR WEEKS OFF ?
And then the fun was over. Only now do I read that Waterbeach’s pharmacy-turned-cafe is now a pizzeria with Vedett (pronounced as in the Steeleye Span Christmas hit) on draught had finally opened that night. And closed at 10 the same evening. So I haven’t really got much to moan about. No pubs since November… Continue reading FOUR MONTHS OFF, FOUR MONTHS ON, FOUR WEEKS OFF ?
LOCKDOWN
You left me on Platform 9 at Kings Cross. The National Rail website told me the 15:42 would be packed; it was a third full. By a miracle I managed to leave the train at Waterbeach, otherwise I’d have been back in King’s Lynn wondering where my house had gone. As you can see, I… Continue reading LOCKDOWN
HERE WE GO AGAIN
We are in Lockdown. I know we’re in crisis, what with Man United about to replace Ole with Big Sam and other important stuff, but your prayers for pub tickers are appreciated. Where will we find blog material for the next four weeks ? Well, I’ve just spent a wonderful day walking round That London.… Continue reading HERE WE GO AGAIN
“BEARING UP, ALL THINGS CONSIDERED”
I was going to do a post on Scunthorpe tonight, but I ran out of enthusiasm. Sorry. So here’s one about the Lockdown. Tomorrow marks a month since my last pub. Hopefully not EVER. Only one bottle of Doom Bar (purely for research purposes) in all that time, despite some bloke on Twitter trying to… Continue reading “BEARING UP, ALL THINGS CONSIDERED”
A TOUGH DECISION. AN EASY DECISION
A short note on the virus, sparing you any theories/philosophy/fears/consolations. I’ve stopped visiting pubs for the time being. It was hell walking past this one just now. I’ll be exercising social distancing, being responsible, limiting the risk of infection to Old Boys and Gals. The decision might have been taken out of my hands soon,… Continue reading A TOUGH DECISION. AN EASY DECISION
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