Next up should have been the micropub in Brough which I know you’re desperate to read about, but on “Freedom Day” I have to bring you a report on my first trip to the bar in what seems like years. I was going to have a day off the beer as I mentally prepared for… Continue reading BACK TO THE BAR
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THOSE CRAFTY YANKS
Hopefully Dick and Dave, safely retired to Preston in their dotage, will treasure this photographic journal of their cultural (curry and beer) trip to the UK of Autumn 2019. For the record, I probably did make them pop in the Magic Rock Tap in Birkby (ha !). Hard to avoid on the way back, and… Continue reading THOSE CRAFTY YANKS
RAKING OVER MRS RM’S DAY
Only one more post before I get to tell you about the CAMRA AGM and how Stafford Paul and I defeated the “broccoli amendment” (long story). First, my emotional reunion with Mrs RM, after my exhausting day ticking in Surrey and her more leisurely exertions fixing IT in New Cross. In order to get back… Continue reading RAKING OVER MRS RM’S DAY
OLLY’S LAST PUB
Finally, a pub for Professor Pie-Tin to warm to. We took the bus into the tiny capital of Valletta on Carnival day. In Waterbeach, Mrs RM makes Feast costumes on an animal theme each year. In Valletta, they dress as Dante’s Inferno. And make papier mache models of Freddie Mercury. Valetta itself is a tiny… Continue reading OLLY’S LAST PUB
HUDDERSFIELD – FROM BASS BARREL TO MAGIC ROCK TAP
I had a 16.30 train from Huddersfield to Piccadilly to catch. My other Guide entry opened at 16.00 and Google Maps said it would take 13 minutes to walk, plus a couple to get through the inevitable ticket barrier hold-up. Which meant I’d got a maximum of 15 minutes at the Magic Rock Tap,… Continue reading HUDDERSFIELD – FROM BASS BARREL TO MAGIC ROCK TAP
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