I rarely look back, there’s no ticks in it. But my next pub is my local, a monthly visit at best, and I suddenly remembered what it looked like a year ago today (top). Yes, we were in the middle of the Beast from the East, I was contemplating being snowed in for all… Continue reading A LOOK BACK, A HOP(A)HEAD
Having dumped BRAPA at Huntingdon station I trudged back to Waterbeach to feed Matt. I have a phobia about being at home at the best of times, but Saturday Night in Cambridgeshire is always an ordeal. But redemption was at hand. @NHS_Martin You won’t have to go far for a few days pic.twitter.com/MmahP4A9t1 — Saimon… Continue reading “BASS ?”
No, not the famous pub blogger, the beer. My beer of choice while I waited for the return of the Waterbeach Kebab van after his long Summer holiday, the big news in our village this last week. Large chicken kebab, £6, loads of salad. Matt eats the chicken. I never tire of bringing you NBSS… Continue reading A CITRA BEFORE THE KEBAB
A local pub ! Yes, occasionally I’m confined to the village by the evil lovely Mrs RM and asked to do basic household chores that are beyond my ability. When I’ve finished changing a lightbulb I get to go out. Actually this is just a spoiler as Simon is about to post on the Five… Continue reading A WALK TO THE FIVE MILES FROM ANYWHERE
Buoyed by our cricket team’s success in taking mighty Scotland to the penultimate over last week, I’ve decided to jump on the sporting bandwagon, before the Premiership starts and I go into hiding. When I handed over my haul of CAMRA magazines to Dave last week, I left a Panini World Cup album in the… Continue reading COME ON PERU !
As the great BRAPA says in his latest post, “let’s face it, the ‘Beast from the East’ has been more like the ‘Kitten from Thames Ditton’ so far” Mrs RM is stuck in Berwick on Tweed as I write. I did suggest she get out and walk across the holiday park to the Free… Continue reading SNOW, PLUM PORTER, VAR
Worryingly, I’ve become a bit addicted to my local. First, the Sun introduced Punk IPA. But while we drank the evil keg, it was noticeable that everyone else was on the cask; 10 pints in a row in the lounge. Then, last week, this; Look what just tipped up in my local !Cancel all plans.… Continue reading A PUNK-FUELLED PUB QUIZ IN THE SUN