November 2025. Manchester. Back in Piccadilly Gardens from Sale only slightly later than hoped, I admired the Manchester Christmas markets, apparently only second to Nuremberg, who are therefore the Arsenal of Christmas tat. All you need for Christmas is a pint of Holt in the Hare & Hounds, but I reckoned Matt would like to… Continue reading MURK, MATES, MANCHESTER
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THE PRINCE OF MURK
When I listed opening times, taking your pint back and Bass braces as the most popular things on this blog, I inexplicably forgot London Murky. Here’s some more London Murky, just for the Mudg(i)es. And a map showing why I get so confused by geography. The Prince gets a listing under Wood Green this year,… Continue reading THE PRINCE OF MURK
ADNAMS MURK STORMS THE CAMBRIDGE CASK CASTLE
Mrs RM has started an assignment flitting between Northampton Council (yes, THAT one) and a Cambridge office. If only there was even a 3rd World standard road between the two it’d be bearable. Still, she gets to pop in the Rifle Drum when she stays over, so life’s not all bad. I picked her up… Continue reading ADNAMS MURK STORMS THE CAMBRIDGE CASK CASTLE
MURKY & MAGNIFICENT IN MORPETH
A journey of 937 miles starts with a single 45 minute hold-up on the A14, and a mammoth series of posts on the North-East* starts at unheralded Morpeth. I’m not suggesting Mrs RM is only useful in supporting my pub going, but her six month stint at Scottish Borders Council has been instrumental in… Continue reading MURKY & MAGNIFICENT IN MORPETH
retiredmartin ON DETENTION IN LEICESTER
You may have noticed I finished the Leicester post when the night was still young, leaving Mudgie and Mr Mudge to negotiate the joys of 2017 train services north via Birmingham. But Richard and I were staying over. And what’s more, “we’d paid £4.20 for a Bus Day Ticket and we’re gonna use it”, as… Continue reading retiredmartin ON DETENTION IN LEICESTER
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