June 2025. Newcastle upon Tyne. A good start to our Newcastle crawl; a station bar, crafty lunch and the gorgeous old classic. I had a bit of paper with scribbles saying “Gateshead micro triangle”, “Ouseburn, Free Trade view”, “Wylam brewery”, “chips in Whitley Bay”, “remember to drink water” etc. etc. There was also a trio… Continue reading MY “FAVOURITE” NEWCASTLE PUB
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BUS, BUS, BUS, BUS, MAGIC MICRO BUS – A GATESHEAD GREAT
October 2023. Gateshead. An absolute deluge of posts coming up from Newcastle; old favourites, new favourites, that bloke from the 1975 AND Les Dennis. Saturday night sees the hotels either side of the Tyne fill up and double their prices; the Durham House Hotel is probably too far from the Toon for tottering hen parties… Continue reading BUS, BUS, BUS, BUS, MAGIC MICRO BUS – A GATESHEAD GREAT
SHOWING OFF THE CROWN POSADA TO TOURISTS
31st May 2023. Newcastle. Yes, I know I’m not a local. But I can still show off a pub that I know so well, just as I’d give an American a guided tour of the Fat Cat or the City Arms if they asked. Or even if they didn’t. Mrs RM wanted to show her… Continue reading SHOWING OFF THE CROWN POSADA TO TOURISTS
QUEUEING IN SPOONS – YEA OR NAY ?
31st May 2023. Newcastle. “Surely not you doing a topical post, Retired Martin ? I thought better of you”. Well, it’s the only thing of interest about our evening meal with the in-laws, as we resisted the charms of the many options on Side and Sandhill, and headed for the Spoons. Mrs RM wasn’t happy… Continue reading QUEUEING IN SPOONS – YEA OR NAY ?
HIT THE TOON
31 May 2023. The in-laws had really wanted to visit Newcastle (in FIL’s* case, for the first time since before The House of the Rising Sun was No. 1) on their visit to Sheffield. It did at least take a couple of days out of their ten (10) day visit, and I needed five ticks… Continue reading HIT THE TOON
HEATON EYEFULS
Back on t’tram, or whatever it’s called, and a jolly stretch along the North Tyne back towards the Toon. Before jumping off at Chillingham Road. Newcastle feels vast when you’re on the tram. And Chillingham Road, the main drag of studenty Heaton, feels like a different world compared to Byker lying below it. A police… Continue reading HEATON EYEFULS
METRO MAN MAKES IT TO MONKSEATON
Durham in the bag, I reached base camp at 13:30. The Premier Inn just south of Newcastle Airport is your perfect £40 location from which to mop up Tyne & Wear AND that irritating Northumberland straggler a mile over the border in Ponteland. £5.40 for a Metro all-day ticket which will take you from airport… Continue reading METRO MAN MAKES IT TO MONKSEATON
A PERSIAN BREAKFAST AT THE MOULIN ROUGE
Sunday morning in Newcastle. Just time for a local breakfast and then head home to Sheffield, a phrase which still doesn’t quite seem real. The west side along the A186 to Benwell has a touch of Hagley Road or Salford Crescent or ihe Wicker about it; lively, historic, good for lunch and bad for pubs.… Continue reading A PERSIAN BREAKFAST AT THE MOULIN ROUGE
DODGING THE DOGS AND DOGGERS IN GOSFORTH
If the economy can recover post-pub Lockdown as quickly as my blog views, all will be well. Clearly, you folk want to read about open pubs rather than 1960s football and Fed Edge thatch. Me too. The trip to Blyth was a joy, and not just for the Doom Bar in a Spoons at… Continue reading DODGING THE DOGS AND DOGGERS IN GOSFORTH
GEORDIE BOYS, TICKING JOYS
“He’s not really going to do EIGHT Tyneside posts, is he ?” you ask. Dunno. Depends if they all produce enough photos to eke out a storyline. You can never tire of the Tyne, surely ? I can get a little tired of the micros behind the station, but that’s as much because I get… Continue reading GEORDIE BOYS, TICKING JOYS
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