5th December 2022. My marathon* pub ticking day continued on t’tram toward Bury, but I jumped off at Radcliffe. As Will Hawkes astutely remarked in our interview, ticking the GBG forces you to visit places where others fear to tread. Dear reader, I had never been to Radcliffe before, and my visit to the New… Continue reading AN URGENT LOO STOP FOR RADCLIFFE
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CRYSTAL PEAKS
28 September 2022. ANOTHER day in Sheffield. ANOTHER escape attempt to avoid gardening (I’m sure there was a skip outside our house permanently in September). It was odd having no (zero, 0) GBG pubs left to do, but there’s plenty of boozers left in Greater Sheffield, and a Supertram to take you there; Only the… Continue reading CRYSTAL PEAKS
“ANGIE, OH ANGIE, WON’T YOU OPEN UP YOUR MICRO FOR ME”
BRAPA is a hero of mine, up there with Tony Wilson and Kate Nicholls of UK Hospitality and Mrs RM. But I do burn with envy when he gets whole days of successful marking up of the Guide; 6 (six) new GBG pubs within walking distance of each other in London. My own ticking days… Continue reading “ANGIE, OH ANGIE, WON’T YOU OPEN UP YOUR MICRO FOR ME”
“THERE’S A PUB ON THE CORNER…”
12th February 2020 It’s seventeen years since I saw Maria McKee play at Liverpool’s Academy 2, an incendiary full band gig I’ve only seen equalled by you know who since. The highlight of that night was this epic with its classic opening line. “There’s a pub on the corner” That night my pre-gig pint (possibly… Continue reading “THERE’S A PUB ON THE CORNER…”
A TOBY CARVERY IN DUDLEY
Next up, a few days in Dudley with Mrs RM, making an overdue return to this blog. Hang on, I’ve only just got back from finishing Dudley and the West Midlands. Poor planning, Mrs RM. Anyway, no new GBG pubs, so I have to content myself with a few painful train journeys and some very… Continue reading A TOBY CARVERY IN DUDLEY
CROUCHING DINER, HIDDEN PEDIGREE
Yet another county completed. Just for Si, here’s Doable Derbyshire; Just to confuse you, BRAPA came to the Spotted Cow in Holbrook AFTER me and has already blogged about it. His post is much too long for me to read, of course. Holbrook is eminently doable from Derby, as long as you don’t get distracted… Continue reading CROUCHING DINER, HIDDEN PEDIGREE
CAMRA PUBS IN CAMBRIDGE
Just back from taking Mrs RM and two hungry lads (when are they not ?) for Sunday lunch at the Salisbury Arms, just off Cambridge’s famous Mill Road. We’d also popped in on Mothers Day, a dry day for me. This is, oddly, one of the city’s historic pubs, run by CAMRA Investments in the… Continue reading CAMRA PUBS IN CAMBRIDGE
BANKS’S, BAPS & (PEAKY) BLINDERS
As Dick and Dave will confirm, the area of the Midlands west of the M5 and over to the Shropshire hills is as good as it gets in terms of beauty, Balti, and, er, bostin’ beer. And there’s still much to be discovered; only last year the Lion O’Morfe near Bridgnorth appeared as if from… Continue reading BANKS’S, BAPS & (PEAKY) BLINDERS
HALIFAX – TAKEN TO THE TOWER
Leaving the Lantern as we found it, before Tiffany’s big visit next week, we headed west to King Cross for new GBG tick No.3. Or is it Savile Park ? Or Pye Nest ? Who cares ? It’s a good job Charles just does as he told, rather than saying “Why can’t we go the… Continue reading HALIFAX – TAKEN TO THE TOWER
VANILLA ESPRESSO MARTINIS & MARSTON’S PEDIGREE IN A NORTHAMPTON ESTATE PUB
Mrs RM is on a long-term project in Northampton. She feels your pain. I joined her at the Campanile Hotel on the edge of nowhere. It has French pizza and (brewery unspecified) Boddingtons on keg, she tells me. Next door was a Harvester with a lone Doom Bar pump, which sounds appealing on a Monday… Continue reading VANILLA ESPRESSO MARTINIS & MARSTON’S PEDIGREE IN A NORTHAMPTON ESTATE PUB
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