18th January 2023. I’d always targeted one new Beer Guide entry in Birmingham and a second, irritating one in Tamworth. But I also wanted a bit of Brummie culture in the Museum and Art Gallery (having narrowly missed the exhibition on the city’s musical heritage, Dexy’s. Stephen “Tin Tin” Duffy et al.; SHUT ! Re-opening… Continue reading NEW SPOONS ON WEDNESDAY
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WETHERSPOONS KEEP THE 25th DECEMBER SPECIAL
25th December 2022. It was a joy to have both boys home with us for Christmas, unwrapping presents, singing carols, watching re-runs of Noel Edmonds making folk blub. Don’t be daft. 25th December means the shops are shut and pubs close early, if they open at all. And Mrs RM INSISTED on cooking a roast… Continue reading WETHERSPOONS KEEP THE 25th DECEMBER SPECIAL
AFTERNOON TEA WITH HILLSBOROUGH’S GENTLEFOLK
20th December 2022. I really struggle on the rare days I’m forced by circumstance to stay in Sheffield, but at least there’s still many corners (and pubs) of this great city to explore on foot. The walk up behind Sheffield Station to the Park Hill flats (immortalised by Richard Hawley and the subject of a… Continue reading AFTERNOON TEA WITH HILLSBOROUGH’S GENTLEFOLK
OFF TO STAFFORD TO MEET THE MUDG(I)ES
One more post, possibly a couple, before the Awards issue; you’ll need to be sitting down with your cocoa to find out which was my favourite pint of Doom Bar in 2022. 7th December 2022. A highlight of the year, as I make an overdue trip to meet up with Stafford’s Paul Mudge and Pub… Continue reading OFF TO STAFFORD TO MEET THE MUDG(I)ES
“When your Spoons charges nearly a fiver a pint, drown your empty selves, for you will have lost the last of England”.
“Talk about your father or father figure in your life” is today’s Word Press prompt for the blogger with writer’s block. But I’ll leave that post on Duncan till I’ve caught up with the blog. Just a reminder; I don’t choose what to write about. This is basically my diary. That said, I’m going to… Continue reading “When your Spoons charges nearly a fiver a pint, drown your empty selves, for you will have lost the last of England”.
LINE CLEANING AT THE SCARSDALE HUNDRED
28th September 2022. You left me at the entrance of Sheffield’s second shopping centre, having had an average pint of Wainwright in an average Marston’s dining pub. Having spent the best part of a fiver on an all-day tram ticket, I’d better make it worthwhile by doing some shopping in Crystal Peaks, I suppose. Oh,… Continue reading LINE CLEANING AT THE SCARSDALE HUNDRED
EIGHT MILLION STORIES, EIGHT PUBS TO TICK, LET’S LICK WICK
So many songs with eight (8) in the title, and I choose A Tribe Called Quest. Yes, it’s started. Yesterday saw a nine hour journey from the Chung Hwa to a four poster bed in Kingussie accessed by a secret code, a journey beset with disasters such as a detour through Grantham, flooded motorway in… Continue reading EIGHT MILLION STORIES, EIGHT PUBS TO TICK, LET’S LICK WICK
PIZZA IN PRESTON
No idea what that Squid Games art decorating the wall of the Northern Way in Preston is about, but it’s rather impressive. But I decided that with 40 minutes in town before the train home I was better off in a Proper Proud Preston Pub, and what more proper than a Spoons ? The Greyfriar… Continue reading PIZZA IN PRESTON
BLACKPOOL – BUSES, BUNDY, (WOBBLY) BOB, BLOOMFIELD ROAD, BURSTING BLADDER
Two ticks by two thirty, and if I’d caught the tram along the coast I’d have been in St. Anne’s for four o’ clock for a third. But the duff map on the GBG app, and a long discussion about glasses in the Shipwreck meant I arrived at the tram stop 30 seconds too late… Continue reading BLACKPOOL – BUSES, BUNDY, (WOBBLY) BOB, BLOOMFIELD ROAD, BURSTING BLADDER
BREAKFAST IN BEACONSFIELD
Now that the UK is once again open to intrepid travellers it won’t be long before the Southworth twins are planning their next flight to Heathrow. A short 12.9 mile stroll from Terminal 4 will bring them to the only Wetherspoons on a motorway service station, the (in)famous Hope & Champion just off the M40.… Continue reading BREAKFAST IN BEACONSFIELD
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