Back in Aberdeen, via the hospital and every possible bus stop in the western suburbs, I pondered three things over flat whites in the Archibald Simpson. a) I would never have another beer, ever. b) It was my own fault. c) I couldn’t just sit in Wetherspoons nursing a coffee for five hours till Mrs… Continue reading SCRATCHING THE AITCHIE’S ITCH
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QUEASY IN OLDMELDRUM
Our last day in Aberdeen. It was only three days, though reading these posts may have aged you by months. I set off from the bus stop right outside the Northern Hotel (good rooms, dull breakfast). The KFC next door was open till 3am for late night chips, the direct bus service has slightly less… Continue reading QUEASY IN OLDMELDRUM
BUST-UP AT THE BUS STOP
My shortest post for years. Partly because the 5* WiFi in Hull is only 2.5*, and partly because I want Oldmeldrum to stand on its own merits. You left our hero (Mrs RM) escaping from the Krakatoa karaoke before it got messy. Anyone chivalrous would have ordered a taxi for the mile or so back… Continue reading BUST-UP AT THE BUS STOP
KRAKATOA ! – DON’T EAT THE URINAL CAKES
Warning : Contains urinal cakes Warning to Pashmina Pauline : Contains Gents loos Warning to BeerMat : Contains “Summer of ’69” Yes, it can wait no longer. A return visit to Krakatoa (aka Moorings), the most fun you can have in Aberdeen without falling in an oil slick in a kilt. Standing proud facing the… Continue reading KRAKATOA ! – DON’T EAT THE URINAL CAKES
“THEY INVENTED CRAFT, YOU KNOW”
Yes, some dickhead really did mansplain that to his other half. I’d have photographed him but I’ve never mastered selfies. When I arrived just before 7, Mrs RM was already in the BrewDog on Castlegate, opposite the flagship Spoons. A bit like when you say you’re going to America people want to know if you’re… Continue reading “THEY INVENTED CRAFT, YOU KNOW”
“UNEXPECTED RASHES” IN INVERURIE
Bare with me; only one more post till we get on to the BrewDog bars. Next up on the never-ending schedule of remote Scottish towns with a population of 10k and a GBG entry (OK, not remote if you live there) is Inverurie, penultimate stop on the homeward leg into Aberdeen and an emotional reunion… Continue reading “UNEXPECTED RASHES” IN INVERURIE
LOSING MY MARBLES IN ELGIN
No, no that like. The actual marbles that Elgin stole. Always wanted to see them. Mrs RM and I had passed through Elgin on our mammoth Scottish tour of June 1998. In 21 years, they seem to have lost the marbles (if they ever had them) and gained a Wetherspoons. Which is a gain in… Continue reading LOSING MY MARBLES IN ELGIN
HIDING THE REAL ALE IN A FORRES OF TENNENTS
As predicted by Stafford Paul, my second Forres tick is the Red Lion, a GBG legend apparently. It’s always the ones with the weird names. But first, it’s the sporrans in an army surplus store (top) and Fraser Bros award winning haggis you’re really here for. One thing’s for sure, you won’t starve in Scotland… Continue reading HIDING THE REAL ALE IN A FORRES OF TENNENTS
DOING FORRES MECHANICALLY
More new towns for me to explore, which is what this blog is all about really, There’s only so much fun you can get on your seventh successive annual trip to Bedford. “You’ll be wanting to go to Forres” Scott had said in the Machar Bar, making it sound like the most exotic place on… Continue reading DOING FORRES MECHANICALLY
EDINBURGH CONQUERED
Oh look, here’s a place you’ll have heard of (though there’s folk in our village who would place Edinburgh just above York on the map if asked). It’s the home of the little cricket team that just beat England, their Gaetjens moment if you like Edinburgh is an essential annual visit, outside August anyway;… Continue reading EDINBURGH CONQUERED
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