February 2025. Chiddingstone Hoath. Kent. You left us out in the gorgeous, straggly, villages west of Royal Tunbridge Wells, cheering up an octogenarian who’s not allowed out much except to have medical interventions and rehearse Handel’s “Messiah”. My last commenter (commentator ?) writes “You should have walked 30 minutes along the road to The Rock,… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – THE ROCK INN, CHIDDINGSTONE HOATH
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PRIDE DRINKING WELL ON THE (DELAYED) BIG RETIRED MARTIN 60th BIRTHDAY TRIP TO UXBRIDGE.
February 2025. Uxbridge. You’ll remember the trauma of my significant birthday (22 December, but you knew that), as plans to mark the day with a fancy trip to Uxbridge were scuppered by my mum, bless her, staging a sit down protest. Last Wednesday I finally took that pilgrimage to the end of the Metropolitan line.… Continue reading PRIDE DRINKING WELL ON THE (DELAYED) BIG RETIRED MARTIN 60th BIRTHDAY TRIP TO UXBRIDGE.
A MISSION TO MISSON
February 2025. Misson. Notts. Brace yourself for an actual new Beer Guide pub. I bet you’d forgotten what those were. The White Horse in Misson is a real sod for the BRAPAs of the ticking world. Open from 6, tucked away in that weird bit of North Notts below Posh Doncaster and just west of… Continue reading A MISSION TO MISSON
EDALE WITHOUT THE HIKING BOOTS
January 2025. Edale. Everyone told me that death (don’t panic, not my own) would be time-consuming, but it also casts an invisible barrier over your travel, daring you to travel too far from home (whatever that is) lest something unexpectedly requiring your presence to find a green slip for no obvious purpose crops up. So… Continue reading EDALE WITHOUT THE HIKING BOOTS
COB, BAP, BARM, BUTTY, SANDWICH…
January 2025. Sheffield. Back in Sheffield for a night, finally. I’d forgot what “home” looks like. The boiler was making a horrible noise so I turned it off, I had a discussion about Mum’s funeral arrangements that threatened to be more traumatic than death itself, and decided I needed a walk in the chilled Sheffield… Continue reading COB, BAP, BARM, BUTTY, SANDWICH…
RETIRED MARTIN’S GASTRONOMIC 2024
This blog is a diary, and if it’s dominated by pub visits that’s often because the pub is where you’re most likely to eavesdrop on meet people*. To steal from and corrupt Pete Postlethwaite; “Truth is, I THOUGHT it mattered. I thought that BEER mattered. But does it? Bollocks! Not compared to how PEOPLE matter.“… Continue reading RETIRED MARTIN’S GASTRONOMIC 2024
2024 RETIRED MARTIN TRAVELS – A YEAR OF TWO HALVES
You’ll be relieved to know Mrs RM and I welcomed in the new year and Dryanuary with a pint and a National trust tick yesterday, but before we get to 2025 I’ve got more of those contractually obligated “Best of ’24” posts for you. After all, there’s (marginally) more to life than pubs and beer,… Continue reading 2024 RETIRED MARTIN TRAVELS – A YEAR OF TWO HALVES
THE 2024 RETIRED MARTIN PUB AWARDS
OK, let’s start the annual review posts with pubs, it’s all you’re here for. I’ll cover “LIFE” next. THE STATS Five hundred and sixty (560) different pubs, though barely two hundred pubs new GBG entries. I will do a GBG spreadsheet post soon so the professional tickers can laugh at it. With responsibilities to frail… Continue reading THE 2024 RETIRED MARTIN PUB AWARDS
SILK IN A GLASS. THE BEER HOUSE IN HILLSBOROUGH
December 2024. Sheffield. Mrs RM had kindly stayed with mum for a couple of days while I drove the boys home and got depressed at the Etihad. There’s one sure-fire way to cheer Retired Martin up, and it comes in two cardboard containers from Sang Lung in Hillsborough. And the 15 minutes it takes Sang… Continue reading SILK IN A GLASS. THE BEER HOUSE IN HILLSBOROUGH
BANTAMS IN BRADFORD’S RECORD CAFE
December 2024. Bradford. After a new Bratfud tick and an old classic, surely it’s time for a curry ? The route back into town from the Fighting Cock is an urban classic. That art installation, prepared for the UK City of Culture bid, is entitled “Tyres“. Now, you won’t believe this, but my chosen curry… Continue reading BANTAMS IN BRADFORD’S RECORD CAFE
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