A PARMO-FREE SUNDAY NIGHT IN MIDDLESBROUGH

The offer was there, but Mrs RM rejected my invite to a weekend in Middlesbrough, due no doubt to a prior commitment to reorganise the airing cupboard (whatever that is). She missed a top trip to the UK’s capital of cheap fun.  My clean and simple room at the Gresham (not as posh as it… Continue reading A PARMO-FREE SUNDAY NIGHT IN MIDDLESBROUGH

DAISY ISN’T SINGING IN BILLINGHAM

If you want to see the extremes of Durham/Cleveland/Teeside, walk from Norton’s Unicorn over the A19 footbridge into Billingham  (or vice versa if you’re heading into Stockton for a Parmo afterwards).  I haven’t marked the footbridge on my Navigator yet, that’s a treat for later tonight. Billingham has the pleasant country park, but the Art… Continue reading DAISY ISN’T SINGING IN BILLINGHAM