WALT WHITMAN AND THE FIRBECK BOOK OF KNOWLEDGE

Culture you say ? retiredmartin has culture. Even in the vast wilderness between Rotherham, Worksop and Doncaster. There’s practically ZERO new GBG ticks within 90 minutes of me now, so I’m exploring the local(ish) area. I hadn’t been to Firbeck since that Spring of 2001 when I brought Sis and my (then) brother-in-law up to… Continue reading WALT WHITMAN AND THE FIRBECK BOOK OF KNOWLEDGE

“Would You Like Me To Tie Your Shoelaces Up For You ?”

Last Thursday I still had no Beer Guide, but I did know some of the entries because a nice chap (let’s call him Teddie Misthut to preserve his anonymity) had told me and copied a few pages on the Dark Web. Most strikingly, we have a new entry in east Sheffield. Who even knew Sheffield… Continue reading “Would You Like Me To Tie Your Shoelaces Up For You ?”

CONTENTIOUS PRE-EMPTIVE TICKS IN DARTON

“Shall we find a beer garden” said Mrs RM, after our exhausting 2 hours exploring Damien Hirst and sharing a Toblerone ice cream at the Scuplture Park Cafe, which in itself was an art piece. No new GBG ticks for about 137 miles, of course, but do I spot a potential pre-emptive in delightful Darton,… Continue reading CONTENTIOUS PRE-EMPTIVE TICKS IN DARTON

DOING THE SHEFFIELD CLASSICS – THE WELLINGTON

A big day for the pubs today, as En-ger-land kick off their 2020 Euros against someone, somewhere, sometime (which sounds like a Simple Minds track from when they were quite good). I shan’t be watching, and nor will Mrs RM, who I asked to name ONE (1) member of the England team. “Er, Gavin Southgate… Continue reading DOING THE SHEFFIELD CLASSICS – THE WELLINGTON

GARAGE TICKIN’, CHURCH JABBIN’

Back home in Sheffield (still sounds odd), I realised I’d better start using my Sundays better if I’m going to get that Guide completed. My scientific research reveals that 188.7% of my remaining GBG ticks will be micropubs, which means they only open on Friday to Sunday evenings (unless the owner is away collecting an… Continue reading GARAGE TICKIN’, CHURCH JABBIN’

A PEEP INTO NEEPSEND

“Banning Christmas would be inhuman” says the Prime Minister today, proving himself out of touch with a nation only bothered about how I’M getting a pint on my birthday (22 December). If anyone wants to interview me in a pub for an imaginary job on the 22nd to exploit the “Business Usage” loophole I’m happy… Continue reading A PEEP INTO NEEPSEND