“Daddy, make the man stop doing posts about Northern Ireland”. Nearly there. In fact, Sunday was our last morning before a trick overnight crossing home. A chance to say “Bye” to the Bangor swan boats, and head into Belfast for some “actual” tourism. Mrs RM and Emma did the Crumlin Road Jail and the Falls… Continue reading TITANIC
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CHERRY PORTER IN GOSPORT DRUNK TOO QUICKLY
Notice how the sun and blue skies were out for me on Good Friday, proving once again my righteousness. You might be interested to know that when my parents compare the weather in Sheffield and Waterbeach these days it’s incredibly similar. What can it mean ? (it means nothing). Gosport has no rail station, the… Continue reading CHERRY PORTER IN GOSPORT DRUNK TOO QUICKLY
TOP 100 PUBS – CITY ARMS, MANCHESTER
Back to Manchester on Thursday for a haircut and a gig with James. Much less depressing than football at the moment. Blackpool Jane will never know the pain of only being six (6) points ahead of the Scouse having played a game more and with a six-pointer to come. We’ll struggle to stay up. While… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – CITY ARMS, MANCHESTER
TITANIC
There’s some great pubs called The Sun. For a start, there’s my old local in Waterbeach, and the banked Bass stronghold in Stockton-on-Tees, and the fake boozer in Beamish wasn’t bad, either. Titanic’s foray into Stafford isn’t quite a great pub, but it starred last Thursday. Titanic, Joules, and Black Country brought some freshness to… Continue reading TITANIC
1985 – A TITANIC YEAR FOR THE VALE
Back to the programmes, and back to the Potteries. Why would you ever leave the Potteries ?, except to cycle to Burton-on-Trent. This 1-1 draw in a proper English ground was a grim finale to the 94-95 season but at least I got to stand for a tenner. You can’t do that anymore. The… Continue reading 1985 – A TITANIC YEAR FOR THE VALE
ON MY BOD IN STAFFORD
Wednesday morning meant “Le Grande Tour“. A designated heritage trip through east Cheshire, with only a small Branson Premium applied as it manages to bypass Stoke. I resisted the craft beer options on Crewe Station. Yes, my Big Day In Stafford with Paul (t’other) Mudge and Quosh, a first time out for this particular trio.… Continue reading ON MY BOD IN STAFFORD
JOHN SMITH’S AND JESSIE’S GIRL
Yes, new cover stars for our penultimate Preston post. Note the Two Mudgies (BBC 4, Thursdays, 1.30am) discussing the pronunciation of Thwaites. Reaching the inevitable climax now, we headed back toward the market and, er, the Market. Whether the Market Tavern or Tap, I care not. Well, I’m going with what it says on the… Continue reading JOHN SMITH’S AND JESSIE’S GIRL
I SUCCUMB TO THE PLUM (PORTER)
What are those #PubMen looking at ? I guess they were eyeing up my yummy Plum Porter at the Victoria, our fourth Rugby stop. This was the longest walk of the day, a mammoth ten minutes out towards the former Bass stronghold of Hillmorton. Ten minutes, and four excellent pieces of jaywalking from our… Continue reading I SUCCUMB TO THE PLUM (PORTER)
THE ARCHITECTS OF CASK’S DEMISE
I know you’re desperate for news of Mrs RM‘s latest venture to keep me in the style to which I’m accustomed. She’s alternating between Northampton and Cambridge Councils, doing something involving IT, whatever that is. The Cambridge version of her job takes place at Castle Hill, the highest point in town (i.e. about the height… Continue reading THE ARCHITECTS OF CASK’S DEMISE
PUB SNACKS IN WIBSEY
Someone who will be nameless just slagged off Bradford on here. And it wasn’t that Coldwell bloke either. I never tire of Bradford and its never-ending quirkily-named suburbs, shown rather poorly on this bit of Navigator. This is the sort of complex geography I spend too much time over. Despite getting its own entry in… Continue reading PUB SNACKS IN WIBSEY
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