I clearly need a break; I must complain to the Pub Tickers Union. The blog titles have gone to pot of late, my crack team failing to come up with a suitable, “R” rated name for a post featuring THIS; It’s no wonder BRAPA is now within 4 Twitter followers of me (1,344 v 1,340);… Continue reading TO BILLINGHAM, TO FINISH DURHAM
Apart from reading comments from you, my readers, and asking Mrs RM irritating questions about women’s trousers, nothing gives me greater pleasure these days than reading Mumsnet. I have to conclude I’m NOT normal. Any day in which I don’t leave the county, never mind my home, would be considered a wasted day. The last… Continue reading THORNE IN MY SIDE
At last, the Merseyside micros end (good though they were) and you get a Proper Pub. A minor classic too, the Plasterers Arms in Hoylake the sort of place to restore your faith in suburban midweek drinking. Tucked in the back streets, minutes from the beach, I thought for a second I might not get… Continue reading MAD DOGS AND ENGLISHMEN…
More real time blogging, as I visit Waterbeach as the local team sits on the verge of promotion at half time. I’d probably have been up the Abbey Stadium now, asking the bloke in the Habbin “Who’s that No. 9?” and “What colours are we.” But football is being played without fans, which is #pointless,… Continue reading THE ☀ AND THE ☔
I hope the return of BRAPA to the big league of pub blogging will see more famous titles like “Well Past My Selby Date”. I expect Simon has been looking to use a Terence Trent D’arby reference since 1991, when TTD released the seminal “Neither Fish Nor Flesh“, which I am staggered to see Discogs… Continue reading (BEER) TERRACE TRENT DERBY
This has been a tiring week of travel, and it’s not often I say that. Two trips to Manchester, a dozen journeys taking Matt and his precious possessions between Salford, a storage depot on Ashton Old Road, and his new house in Ancoats. He’s looking worse for wear too. But he’s moved now, so no… Continue reading BUSTLING BURSCOUGH
Our evening in delightful Dereham (hands off TIC, I’ve trademarked that) concludes with a return trip to your new favourite pub chain, now that Sam Smiths have gone upmarket. I haven’t wrote much about the Covid impact on pubs of late, as quite honestly I’ve hardly noticed it, 46 pubs in. Hand sanitiser, name… Continue reading TIM TAYLOR LANDLORD FOR £2.50. THE ONLY CRAFT (UNION) YOU NEED.
14th February 2020 Back home, where Mrs RM is working on a huge IT project that makes 5G look like the installation of Supercalc at the village social club (they’re not really that advanced). I fancied a proper pint in a Proper Pub, and with Storm Derek on her way that meant the local. I… Continue reading A QUIET PINT IN THE SUN
23rd January 2020 Getting dark now. You have to be careful of Duncan when it gets dark. I dropped him off at Hullaballoo in Shipley and drove round the block while he asked if they had any Dire Straits themed beers, then set off for The Tricky One. Wadsworth’s Hare & Hounds didn’t open till… Continue reading WILL MY AYGO MAKE IT TO WADSWORTH ?
A couple of years ago Pub Curmudgeon ran a poll to decide the UK’s best town, unexpectedly won by Mansfield after a VAR review. Richmond (the real one) scored well, which surprised me a bit as I’d never really got it, till a spring trip to the Holly Hill which provided some staggering views from… Continue reading BATTERED BEERMATS IN RICHMOND (THE REAL ONE)