The sun is shining (again) so I’m clearing out the garage (still). Mrs RM has ordered a skip for Tuesday, which prompted one of our rare but ridiculous arguments before I remember I should just do what I’m told. An hour later she popped out to Milton Brewery, theoretically just across the field from… Continue reading DRINKING AT HOME
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A LOOK BACK, A HOP(A)HEAD
I rarely look back, there’s no ticks in it. But my next pub is my local, a monthly visit at best, and I suddenly remembered what it looked like a year ago today (top). Yes, we were in the middle of the Beast from the East, I was contemplating being snowed in for all… Continue reading A LOOK BACK, A HOP(A)HEAD
CAMBRIDGE TIPS
You left me one pint of 6% Green Devil down, and Brighton one-up on Derby, to the joy of no-one. Possibly not even Brighton. It’s a good job I know the Chesterton area of Cambridge better than anyone semi-alive, having had my first balanced ledger and doner kebab there. I literally bumped into Leon and… Continue reading CAMBRIDGE TIPS
MILTON, MINOTAURS AND MASTERMIND
One of my favourite reads is Paul Bailey’s Beer Blog, mainly because he gives us so much context to his pub visits we get a real insight into his family dynamics. I particularly enjoy the posts about his foreign trips with his son Matthew (a charming lad) and Paul’s determined (doomed ?) efforts to convert… Continue reading MILTON, MINOTAURS AND MASTERMIND
WELL I HOPE BRAPA-MAN WILL REMEMBER, A SOUTHERN CAMRA MAN DON’T NEED HIM AROUND ANYHOW
Perhaps my longest blog title so far. Russ will know. And perhaps Simon will do a response to my response to his blog about Cambridge pubs. Of course, it’s custom and practice for pub bloggers to slag off the local pubs of each other’s home towns, unless they’re visiting Stockport, of course. But, as… Continue reading WELL I HOPE BRAPA-MAN WILL REMEMBER, A SOUTHERN CAMRA MAN DON’T NEED HIM AROUND ANYHOW
MARE STREET. MARTHA. MILTON. MOTH
To Hull and back again, and thence on to Hackney for the Martha gig at Moth Club. Words that will mean little to most of you. I’ve written about Martha and Moth before, and it was helpful of my favourite Durham punksters to arrange a gig in London on super off-peak rail day, or Sunday… Continue reading MARE STREET. MARTHA. MILTON. MOTH
PARENTS’ EVENING
Hopefully you’ve read my youngest son’s views this morning and can see what an emerging PubMan we have under development. “I know that Cambridge is boring and micro pubs (read:bottle shops) are for trendy hipsters.” But that doesn’t mean I’m not glad he’s off with his College for trips to the Italian Alps and Barcelona… Continue reading PARENTS’ EVENING
