23rd December 2022. Mrs RM eventually turned up at Manchester’s library (the central one, rather than Rylands or Chetham’s), and thankfully hadn’t bought me a Christmas jumper from Primark. Because she’d lost her purse (left it in the car, detail fans). Matt was just about to finish his last cut; Mrs RM had mysteriously lost… Continue reading WELL, I STILL LOVE THE CITY ARMS
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A MARPLE MYSTERY
21st December 2022. James has been doing his unfathomable IT job for nearly two years now, has started having “team meetings” in scary Leigh, and seems to have adapted to working life (from home) extremely well after the Covid horrors of 2020. He’d accumulated quite a bit of holiday, and asked, uninvited, to join me… Continue reading A MARPLE MYSTERY
TOP 100 PUBS – CITY ARMS, MANCHESTER
Back to Manchester on Thursday for a haircut and a gig with James. Much less depressing than football at the moment. Blackpool Jane will never know the pain of only being six (6) points ahead of the Scouse having played a game more and with a six-pointer to come. We’ll struggle to stay up. While… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – CITY ARMS, MANCHESTER
TAKE THE FIRST TRAIN FROM LIME STREET
Back from Aigburth to Liverpool Central, to admire the station’s collection of independent stores and liver bird. With Merseyside ticked and half an hour till I could escape to Manchester, I contemplated which classic Liverpool pub I could nip in for a quick half. The blokes were at Anfield, and despite the drizzle the centre… Continue reading TAKE THE FIRST TRAIN FROM LIME STREET
PEAKY BLINDERS
Ooh, another trip to Southport in GBG22. Who’d have predicted that ? (A – Every pub ticker, ever). And we’d all have predicted ANOTHER Merseyside Peaky Blinders, the chain that keeps on giving. First, Lord Street, now Churchtown. Sadly, the fun train to Churchtown now resides in the Botanic Gardens, but a brisk 30 minutes… Continue reading PEAKY BLINDERS
TITANIC
There’s some great pubs called The Sun. For a start, there’s my old local in Waterbeach, and the banked Bass stronghold in Stockton-on-Tees, and the fake boozer in Beamish wasn’t bad, either. Titanic’s foray into Stafford isn’t quite a great pub, but it starred last Thursday. Titanic, Joules, and Black Country brought some freshness to… Continue reading TITANIC
PLUM PORTER, PIPERS & PESHWARI NAANS
Is that not the most beautiful sight in the known world ? After Mrs RM, obviously. Oh, and where is Great Berwick, incidentally ? You left us at the door to the Board Inn, the pub that put Brid into the big league of pub towns in 2018/19. “Go and look upstairs !” I urged… Continue reading PLUM PORTER, PIPERS & PESHWARI NAANS
WHY DOES IT NEVER RAINWORTH ON ME ?
These are the days of our lives. Or they were, before the in-laws turned up for fourteen (14) days, making the pandemic seem like a holiday in Hull (mmm). While the rest of the country caught the last train for the coast on Bank Holiday Monday, I headed for a Nottinghamshire mining village on the… Continue reading WHY DOES IT NEVER RAINWORTH ON ME ?
AN UNWISE PLUM PORTER AT THE SHEFFIELD TAP
That’s the problem with station bars. They’re the first thing you see when you get off the train after a session. And can you really walk past a pub that has a spare table at the moment if #YouLovePubs ? ALL THE PUBS IN SHEFFIELD ON FOOT No. 9 – The Sheffield Tap Why is… Continue reading AN UNWISE PLUM PORTER AT THE SHEFFIELD TAP
SCARBOROUGH FAIR
On to Scarborough, with my Malton tick closed (half of Malton looks closed on WhatPub). The sun had made a brave effort to join me on the east coast, but with ever-present clouds I was glad that Wilson’s, renamed for the star of Tom Hanks’ Castaway, was so close to the station. On my annual… Continue reading SCARBOROUGH FAIR
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