TREES GROWING OUT OF DEAD PUBS IN ROTHERHAM SPECIAL

You left me standing opposite Rotherham Minster with a flat white (Derbyshire : “picnic”) in my hand, with about 20 minutes to go till I picked up something essential for Mrs RM. There was no one about, bar an old chap perched on a seat 20 yards away with his takeaway coffee (probably a latte,… Continue reading TREES GROWING OUT OF DEAD PUBS IN ROTHERHAM SPECIAL

PARKGATE – IT’S NOW OR NEVER

Plenty of notice for the Elvis night at the Fitzwilliam, anyway. Mind, you’re never more than 50 yards from an Elvis night in Rotherham. And increasingly, you’re never more than 237 yards from a new micropub. I almost did this one, round the corner from the Something Brew Inn… But my next GBG tick was… Continue reading PARKGATE – IT’S NOW OR NEVER