Part 3 of the Father & Son North London tickathon, as we began an hour long walk along the Grand Union towards Notting Hill. Let me be straight; London is a wonderful city, only behind Manchester, Nuremburg, Havana and Naples on my list. As we put Camden behind us we had the canal path to… Continue reading LONDON PRIDE ?
Tag: London Pride
GUESS THE PUB SAYS “THE PRIDE IS DRINKING WELL”
This morning you get a “Guess the Pub” by request. An interesting concept, you’d think, giving the requestor a mild advantage. But he (or she, sexist) is sworn to secrecy on pain of excommunication from retiredmartin.com. It might be a doddle, as this pub is world famous as the boozer featured in Series 2 of… Continue reading GUESS THE PUB SAYS “THE PRIDE IS DRINKING WELL”
DO THE STRAND
Panic ye not, I’m not doing a Ferry-esque dance over the Thames, merely a retiredmartin rush as the impact of that Volcano coffee suddenly means I need the loo. Like Newcastle, London’s bridges are its real treasure. If you look very closely you can probably see BRAPA and Colin about to upset someone in Southend.… Continue reading DO THE STRAND
PIPER AT THE GATES OF DOOM
You remember that period of our lives when we couldn’t go to pubs ? When I had to visit Kettering and take pictures of death and decay ? Well, I went back, didn’t I ? Someone has to. The town declared its status as a Covid hotspot as you entered the (imaginary) gates, echoing the… Continue reading PIPER AT THE GATES OF DOOM
TAKING PRIDE IN HAYLING ISLAND
This blog is proudly a WAGathaChristie free zone. Into Hampshire, and time for some Navigator. Yes, I’d been to Hayling Island before, apparently, but remembered nothing at all about it bar Mrs RM recounting happy family holidays with an Aunt (probably) and a bucket and spade (definitely). We were easily pleased in the ’70s. Hayling… Continue reading TAKING PRIDE IN HAYLING ISLAND
Whoa, whoa, for the wings of a Dove
Today’s cover stars are Barb and Richard from Chicago, where pizza was invented in 1492 and it’s even scarier than on “The Wire”. Barb and Dick, and Dave and Joan, were finishing their latest attempt to save UK cask by drinking it. Mrs RM and I, along with special guest Curry Charles, met them at… Continue reading Whoa, whoa, for the wings of a Dove
A FINSBURY FROLIC
Less words, more pics from That London, including a rare diversion into unheralded Finsbury. A night at Tower Bridge was inevitably followed by a Miner’s Benedict in the scruffiest (but somehow lovable) Spoons in the kingdom. I resisted the easy-drinking breakfast beer. You risk bumping into folk, of course, but there’s some weird stuff around… Continue reading A FINSBURY FROLIC
RUSSIAN BEER TASTERS IN THE MALL
Quite a contrast between Box Hill and Whitehall, where I was meeting Mrs RM for tea beer. What a wonderful sight London is these days. At Victoria I admired the eponymous theatre, currently showing “Hamilton”, a musical about the disallowed Everton goal in the 1977 FA Cup Semi Final. I met Mrs RM at… Continue reading RUSSIAN BEER TASTERS IN THE MALL
PAUL WEARS THE CROWN
The Crown came into view just as a light drizzle descended on Lime Street Station, overlooked but not overshadowed by the ongoing building works behind it. What a wonderful pub to step into on a drab Sunday morning. Inside, Stafford’s Paul Mudge seemed mildly surprised to see me nearly on time. He hadn’t even finished… Continue reading PAUL WEARS THE CROWN
MY FIRST EVER KRONENBOURG 1664
A couple of days in Paris with Mrs RM, mainly so I can moan about it on my blog and upset my French reader*. The highlight is always going to be the Sunday morning pint at St Pancras, isn’t it ? I failed to squeeze in here when it opened before Christmas, but 9.45am is… Continue reading MY FIRST EVER KRONENBOURG 1664
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