19th February 2023. Two Sunday ticks, sort of, but I was more interested in persuading Mrs RM of the charms of Stockton before we headed home. She hadn’t warmed to a town centre whose main drag was in the middle of being demolished, but you should never judge a town on its indoor shopping centre,… Continue reading A STOCKTON FLYER
WHERE WERE YOU WHEN THE INTERNET FAILED IN WETHERSPOONS ?
19th February 2023. I had ambitions to “Get Teesside Done” that weekend, but Marske’s micros had other ideas; Why, oh, why do people crash their cars into micropubs just before ticker’s visits ? So our ambitions that Sunday were more modest; 1) Get up and find the key to the loos at White Water Caravan… Continue reading WHERE WERE YOU WHEN THE INTERNET FAILED IN WETHERSPOONS ?
18th February 2023. Fame for our favourite, as Blackpool Jane‘s exploits in promoting Teesside (I always add a third “s”) send her to stardom. Wait till they see her “healthy” parmo, mind. Then they’ll be a backlash. Jane saw more of Boro than we did, but she missed out one gem. Despite having been four… Continue reading BANKERS !
IT’S A STOCKTON SATURDAY
18th February 2023. Suddenly, EVERYONE is heading to Stockton-on-Tees, Blackpool Jane, Mark the Sutton Fan, and Leon from the Wirral, who rather spoils the surprise of my next post with this one; But I was first, ME ME ME. Don’t forget that, Stockton. Mrs RM hadn’t been for ages, and I’d convinced her that Stockton… Continue reading IT’S A STOCKTON SATURDAY
LUCIFER OVER STOCKTON
As I mentioned the other day, there’s some stupid hotel prices being quoted as our summer (“what Summer ?”) limps to an end, as lifeless as an Arsenal performance at the Etihad. Pub men have their work cut out finding cheery B & B s from which to tick Guide entries using unreliable trains. Step… Continue reading LUCIFER OVER STOCKTON
Sorry for the gap between posts. I’m just back from the Isle of Man, which has wonderful coast, cask and cockles (well, Queenies), but cruddy internet. Resuming my chronology, I finished Durham’s GBG entries in Stockton-On-Tees, one of our greatest towns. You may disagree with that, but I doubt you’ve been. Or possibly you just… Continue reading PARMOLAND
STOCKTON – THE GOLDEN SMOG
Durham isn’t a cheap night, even at it’s decently placed Travelodge, but Stockton is a bargain. Granted, many folks wouldn’t consider a 2 mile walk along the Teeside industrial landscape from a £27 Metro Inn (ex-Formule 1) in the less glamorous bit of Middlesbrough as desirable, but they’re wrong. The walk through Portrack Marsh, with… Continue reading STOCKTON – THE GOLDEN SMOG