RUSHING KIDS, ROYAL CHILDREN

  On Wednesday morning I got a text message from youngest son Matt. “Soz Dad, short notice.  Can I go 2 We Came As Romans gig tonite plz.” “OK. Where ? “Nottingham. London date sold out” “OK” “Radddd” You can guess where he gets it from. So at 6.30pm we were back here, having made… Continue reading RUSHING KIDS, ROYAL CHILDREN

THE ABDICATION – PROPER PUB, PROPER ROLLS

I like to finish a county’s Beer Guide entries with a good pub, and Nottingham’s Abdication is a cracker.  It’s in Daybrook/Arnold/Nottingham North, depending on your level of geographical pedantry.  I’d never heard of Daybrook. Two important buildings are nearby.  One is a Premier Inn, that essential for a beer break.  The other is the one… Continue reading THE ABDICATION – PROPER PUB, PROPER ROLLS

RITES OF PASSAGE IN NOTTINGHAM

My 15 year old son has acquired a taste for death metal.  Nothing wrong with that; I was into The Fall and Joy Division at his age. On Tuesday we took Matt and his mate to Nottingham to see Architects, a metalcore (?) band actually younger than me. Pleasingly, also an opportunity to tick off the last… Continue reading RITES OF PASSAGE IN NOTTINGHAM