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

TAKE THE FIRST TRAIN FROM LIME STREET

Back from Aigburth to Liverpool Central, to admire the station’s collection of independent stores and liver bird. With Merseyside ticked and half an hour till I could escape to Manchester, I contemplated which classic Liverpool pub I could nip in for a quick half. The blokes were at Anfield, and despite the drizzle the centre… Continue reading TAKE THE FIRST TRAIN FROM LIME STREET

A PITCHER OF PORNSTAR MARTINI TO FINISH A PERFECT NIGHT IN STEVENAGE

It was only 19:15 when we left Stevenage’s top Thai restaurant, and Mrs RM wasn’t going home to a tired Premier Inn with attached Beefeater yet. Not when there’s a classic Home Counties Spoons to visit to do a comparison of Cosmopolitans. There must have been 30 folk in that Thai place when we left,… Continue reading A PITCHER OF PORNSTAR MARTINI TO FINISH A PERFECT NIGHT IN STEVENAGE

EVERY GOOD BIRTHDAY STARTS WITH A £1.65 PINT OF ABBOT IN KILMARNOCK SPOONS

I should, perhaps, be worried that some readers might take this blog too seriously, but then I remember that anyone who does will have long ago stopped reading, blocking the words “retiredmartin“, “excellent Doom Bar” and “evil tasters”. But then again I know you’ll believe that a trip to Kilmarnock Spoons in the company of… Continue reading EVERY GOOD BIRTHDAY STARTS WITH A £1.65 PINT OF ABBOT IN KILMARNOCK SPOONS