THESE SHOES WERE MADE FOR VISITING WORKING MENS CLUBS

Have you noticed how I’m only seen as a shadow approaching my prey in these photos.  Oooh, spooky. Onward to Northampton, where Mrs RM is doing a fine job of funding my beer trips, and without the extravagance young Simon is displaying.  Slumming it in a Doubletree indeed ! The exciting walk from (A) to… Continue reading THESE SHOES WERE MADE FOR VISITING WORKING MENS CLUBS

PROPHYLACTIC PROBLEMS IN ASHTON-IN-MAKERFIELD

This blogging lark is a doddle. Visit a pub, take photos surreptitiously, keep a running gag about pashminas going, and hope against hope for a witty pun or an “Out of Order” condom machine. Ashton-in-Makerfield was always going to let me down on the pashminas, even in the Wetherspoons. Though the potholes give some opportunities… Continue reading PROPHYLACTIC PROBLEMS IN ASHTON-IN-MAKERFIELD

IPA THROUGH A STRAW IN “PROPER” HULL

  On the journey up to Hull I was listening to the new Tracey Thorn album on repeat. Despite having proper song structures and intelligible lyrics, it’s my record of the month (a new and shortlived feature, no doubt), with the sort of confessional detail normally only seen on a BRAPA trip to Runcorn. Tracey,… Continue reading IPA THROUGH A STRAW IN “PROPER” HULL

MISPLACED LOYALTY TO THE TETS

  So our bloggers crawl ended at the Templar, the obligatory old-school Tetley pub occupied by all of Leeds society, including plenty of the tradesmen notable by their absence on the Boar Lane strip. It really is gorgeous, and the hand pumps are classics. “Pint of Tetley please” “Tetley ?!” “Yes, Tetley” “Are you quite… Continue reading MISPLACED LOYALTY TO THE TETS