February 2025. Stockport. Happy International Women’s Day, and a post where an Old Bloke mansplains Stockport to three women who really aren’t interested in the town’s crumbling facades, or the niche appeal of Redrock’s entertainment complex. home to that tribute to legendary Sufragette Elsie Plant. Wikipedia says that a century ago “Marie Stopes arranged for… Continue reading NO BATHAM’S IN THE MAGNET ? IT’LL HAVE TO BE THE APPLE, BLUEBERRY AND MAPLE PASTRY STOUT, THEN
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“FFS, not the craft bar !”
February 2025. Sheffield. Consternation in CAMRA-land at the imminent closure of Torquay’s Hole in the Wall, pretty much the only pub worth leaving the upcoming Members Weekend. Luckily for Paul Mudge, I have found an alternative “venue” to take him to during the interminable discussions on the definition of real cider or another pointless change… Continue reading “FFS, not the craft bar !”
IS THE RUTLAND ARMS A TOP 3 PUB ?
January 2025. Sheffield. To Mrs RM’s chagrin (always loved that word) I failed to buy a funeral suit in Cambridge, but partially redeemed myself but buying her a sumptuous slice of millionaire’s shortbread on the way home from arranging Mum’s memorial service. The Railside Café at Alfreton Station (long story) is highly recommended for the… Continue reading IS THE RUTLAND ARMS A TOP 3 PUB ?
NON-ALCOHOLIC SHEFFIELD. ALMOST.
February 2024. Pub tickers really are the nicest bunch, always positive even after the Bard of Prescot is found unexpectedly shut a third time, always offering to drive you to remote pubs in grim southern towns like Maidenhead. They’re on the road so much it’s hard not to bump into them, as I did Ian… Continue reading NON-ALCOHOLIC SHEFFIELD. ALMOST.
MURK IN THE WELLS
January 2024. Royal Tunbridge Wells. On the Monday evening Mrs RM joined me on a short tour of Tunbridge Wells in search of murky keg, brown beer and a kebab of unknow origin. In truth, the first Monday after New Year is never going to be busy; even the Spoons was quiet, but I was… Continue reading MURK IN THE WELLS
A LITTLE BIT OF TUNBRIDGE WELLS, A LOT OF WATERBEACH…
September 2023. Royal Tunbridge Wells. Just back from a week away from caring for 2 sets of parents and now I find a new (embargoed) GBG on my doorstep alongside the Colombian coffee beans from Pact. Here it is; Some folk have opted for the plain cover version. Be aware ticking that doesn’t count. Four… Continue reading A LITTLE BIT OF TUNBRIDGE WELLS, A LOT OF WATERBEACH…
BIRTHDAY BOOZE ON A BIG BENCH
June 2023. The last day of the in-laws trip “oop north“, and FIL was allowed to speak in a Yorkshire accent as it was HIS birthday. Mrs RM is 1/37th Italian on the maternal side, which almost entitled her to an EU passport post-Brexit (and a place in the Italian national team after their defeat… Continue reading BIRTHDAY BOOZE ON A BIG BENCH
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
A craft diversion in Hull (via Waterbeach)
10th December 2022. Two hours in Hull; two new great pubs in the bag (well, the GBG). But we’d forgot to eat, which is the sort of thing some Guide tickers seem to think is fine, but not us. Luckily, 10 minutes away lies Princes Avenue, home to all the places a hungry student could… Continue reading A craft diversion in Hull (via Waterbeach)
STAFFORD GOES ALL BLUEBERRY MARTINI SOUR
7th December 2022. It was all going swimmingly. Seven (7) pubs in 3.5 hours, some good beer, some bad beer, some lively debate. But now to the schism. Will and I wanted to visit the new craft bar Ship Aground, Peter and Paul said (figuratively) “Away from me, craft Devil” and opted to try out… Continue reading STAFFORD GOES ALL BLUEBERRY MARTINI SOUR
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