You can always tell when the pubs have reopened as Tim Martin will be trending:Beer Twitter dropping all “Be Nice” pretence to slag off the guy who brought £1.99 pints to the masses. At the table next to me in the Sheffield Waterworks, an off duty Spoons employee was vigorously defending his boss, contrasting his… Continue reading TIM MARTIN IS TRENDING
“Be gentle with us, we’ve never done this before“ Said the nice young man letting us into Sheffield Waterworks, after a five minute wait by the Jessica Ennis postbox. “There’s only two of us“ Folk seem patient, at least until the coffee machine breaks. It’s a gorgeous day in Sheffield, the sun beating down on… Continue reading AND THEY’RE BACK!
Ah, but WHICH league ? And is being bottom bad ? Another easy one for you today. Russ will still have no idea, perhaps he should start a “Guess the Moose” blog. Nice aerial view from Bing Maps. Is it a pile of unused GBG21s ? Our mystery town is a favourite of RM for… Continue reading GUESS THE PUB GOES TO THE BOTTOM OF THE LEAGUE
The sole purpose of this post is to outrage folk who cannot abide a period of time between now and a highly-anticipated future event being denoted in “sleeps“. But then those folk aren’t excited about the return of pubs as I am, like a little kitten pawing at the rats in our garden. I’ve been… Continue reading THREE MORE SLEEPS…
I don’t know about you, but when I make my daily journey round What Pub looking for closed keg pubs I get bombarded with adverts for Spoons pillows. “A place of harmony that us English absolutely love“. Yep. And they open from 9am on the Glorious 12th, giving them a crucial one hour advantage over… Continue reading BUT WHICH SPOONS ?
I’ve had no knocks on the door after visiting Blyth the other day, so I might have got away with crossing the county border (again). But then Google Maps reckons it’s in Rotherham and it HAS got a Sheffield postcode. Look how green it all is between those built-up big cities and bucolic Blyth; I… Continue reading MALTBY PITCHES FOR SIR TIM TO CUT THE RIBBON ON THE GLORIOUS 12th
Here’s the Spoons I promised you earlier. You haven’t been able to sleep with excitement, have you ? St. Ives. Not THAT one. The Cornwall one is out of bounds to Tier 2 scum like me, and as you know anyone leaving their Tier for a lower one for a pint will be turned back… Continue reading TIER 2 – QUACKERS
ANOTHER trip to Hitchin with the eldest son, before a couple of days walking in the Mendips. James left the town for the delights of Waterbeach and the A10 when he was one, and had no memory of our house, which has just sold for six times what we paid for it in 1993. And… Continue reading TABLE SERVICE TRAUMAS IN SPOONS
Another trip to Letchworth for the lad’s driving lessons, another chance to relive sweet, sweet memories of the town where Mrs RM and I started married life in 1992. It’s unchanged, Since 1935, never mind 1992. Well, nearly. Actually, some things have changed. The Black Squirrel (as I knew it) had more names than Ian… Continue reading THREE MAGNETS, TWO MOBILITY SCOOTERS, NO DOOM BAR – BACK TO LETCHWORTH WETHERSPOONS
A great pub runs on Dire Straits and mobility scooters, a great retiredmartin post runs on questionable ’80s pop inserted for the benefit of Mr Crilley. That’s THIS Monday just gone. I seem to be catching up. Awoken by joggers (!) at 7, I left Baa Baa Toure to guard the campervan on Teignmouth Prom… Continue reading TWO SPOONS ON MONDAY