February 2025. Waterloo. London. A week ago I was finally doing the (delayed) 60th birthday treat Retired Martin deserves, getting to the heart of Hillingdon and Uxbridge. What did you expect from an RM milestone ? Mrs RM and I had our Silver Wedding anniversary in Letchworth Spoons during a police raid. Talking of Mrs… Continue reading WATERLOO SUNSET
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FINALLY FACING MY WATERLOO (GBG24 MICRO)
February 2024. Waterloo. Twenty minutes from Southport and Liverpool, Waterloo has long been a favourite annual excursion. I’m surprised Mrs RM hadn’t wanted to re-join me to see the Iron Men on Crosby Beach, one of of our favourite sculptures, and the Che Guevara quotes, but she called to tell me she was having Keralan… Continue reading FINALLY FACING MY WATERLOO (GBG24 MICRO)
MARVELLOUS MARINE
Two more days ! I might just make it. Lockdown is beginning to grind. This was today’s relapse; Yes, Mrs RM has put the Christmas tree up. Anyway, well done to Marine FC. Yesterday Marine, from our 8th Tier (possibly meaning you’re not allowed to scratch your own ear) reached the 3rd round of the… Continue reading MARVELLOUS MARINE
WATERLOO WOBBLE
Lockdown (2) Eve. Onto Pub No. 4, as I moved level with BRAPA on eight November ticks (but can I edge ahead ? The tension !). Another 20 minutes from the Ring, past Waterloo and over the Golden Jubilee Bridge (never knew they were called that) to Strand. A bit of dawdling on the way,… Continue reading WATERLOO WOBBLE
SOUTHWARK PORTER
Pub No.3 on the Great Lockdown (2) Eve London Crawl coming up, after a short hop from Borough to Southwark, though I never really know where Southwark starts. Or stops. Bing Maps has some strange ideas. Wiki doesn’t have an easy-to-read Southwark map, and the Deserter book witters on about the Bishop of Southwark “incident”.… Continue reading SOUTHWARK PORTER
WISTFUL IN WHISTON
Still in Liverpool, folks. Mind you, BRAPA is still in Dorset, getting further behind by the day. I waved Stafford Paul off at Lime Street as he returned to the bosom of a Proper Pub (probably the Roscoe Head) and set off for an afternoon of micro madness. I reckoned I could be in Whiston… Continue reading WISTFUL IN WHISTON
WATERLOO, COULDN’T FINISH MY HALF IF I WANTED TO
Jumping on the bandwagons of Eurovision and warm beer in the same post, I’m off to the sand dune capital of the UK. I’d hoped the micro pub at Waterloo would be my last tick on Merseyside, but minor issues such as not actually visiting all the pubs conspired against me, even when Simon had… Continue reading WATERLOO, COULDN’T FINISH MY HALF IF I WANTED TO
WATERLOO, COULDN’T ESCAPE IF I WANTED TO
Merseyrail gives you some real travel bargains. £5.10 (why 10p ?) for all-day trains from the Wirral up to Southport and across to Hunts Cross, whatever that is. That really helps pub tickers who have pubs in Crosby, Aigburth and Garston to tick. From the delightful Bootle New Strand, it’s a short hop up to Waterloo, the… Continue reading WATERLOO, COULDN’T ESCAPE IF I WANTED TO
FUDDLED IN FREEMANTLE
My first use of “fuddled” in a post, and therefore my last. I’m looking forward to reading the BRAPA account of Southampton; I’ll be in awe of Simon if his critical faculties held up till his own trip to Freemantle after his session in the Butcher’s Hook. My own faculties held up just long enough… Continue reading FUDDLED IN FREEMANTLE
JCBS, TREES AND PEDIGREES
If Middlesex is my least favourite modern county (alright then, it’s really Bedfordshire), then Staffordshire is only bettered by Lancashire. Hopefully someone will start a motion at CAMRA’s AGM to re-establish the old county boundaries in future Beer Guides; that would really upset the applecart in Liverpool. It takes a bit of adventure to appreciate the appeal of… Continue reading JCBS, TREES AND PEDIGREES
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