It was 21:33 when Irish Sea Dave and I made the Rovers Return. 21:33 on a Tuesday night in June after the TT races. Most places in the UK the pub would be emptying out; the Rover was filling up. You know where you stand with the Rover; It’s not fussy. I compared it to… Continue reading I didn’t take ANY notes in the Rovers Return but it hardly mattered.
Less than a week after that lightning birthday mission to Salford to see Matt, we were back today, this time with Mrs RM in tow (not literally, that would slow us down). Leaving the house bang on 12, stopping only for 2 packets of Doritos and some diesel in Birchencliffe, we still made Ordsall Park… Continue reading THE ROVERS RETURN
Yes, it’s time for the Rover. I’m pressing on with these posts, though to be fair it all seems a bit pointless now BRAPA has won the blogosphere by getting Syd Little to pour him a pint of Prosecco in a Fleetwood boozer. Pub 1448, Steamer, Fleetwood. Surreal! Couple edge up next to me… Continue reading NO, NAY, NEVER (?)