As you’ve asked (you really haven’t) here’s the pics from my inadvisable 20 minutes trip to the Spoons in Redhill. 20 minutes isn’t much, but it was long enough to get from the station, barging past 417 schoolchildren to the Sun, order a pint and chicken dippers, and still get back for the train to… Continue reading ASKED FOR TASTING NOTES IN REDHILL SPOONS
Tag: Wetherspoons
A CENTURY FOR THE CHEF, OYSTER STOUT FOR ME
One of the cheap treats available in Cambridge is the arrival of a county cricket team at Fenners to bash the local students in the warm-up for the new season. These days, all those students seemed to come from what was Cambridge Poly when I studies for my Accountancy exams there. A couple of years… Continue reading A CENTURY FOR THE CHEF, OYSTER STOUT FOR ME
“UNEXPECTED RASHES” IN INVERURIE
Bare with me; only one more post till we get on to the BrewDog bars. Next up on the never-ending schedule of remote Scottish towns with a population of 10k and a GBG entry (OK, not remote if you live there) is Inverurie, penultimate stop on the homeward leg into Aberdeen and an emotional reunion… Continue reading “UNEXPECTED RASHES” IN INVERURIE
LOSING MY MARBLES IN ELGIN
No, no that like. The actual marbles that Elgin stole. Always wanted to see them. Mrs RM and I had passed through Elgin on our mammoth Scottish tour of June 1998. In 21 years, they seem to have lost the marbles (if they ever had them) and gained a Wetherspoons. Which is a gain in… Continue reading LOSING MY MARBLES IN ELGIN
THE IRN-BRU, THE FITTIE, THE DOSSERS
Loads more of this stuff from Aberdeen and around. I hope you’re following on your own giant World wall chart at home. Arriving back in Aberdeen at 3.45pm on Day 1 of 3, I thought I’d better make a start on the four city newbies in the Guide. Can you guess what it is yet… Continue reading THE IRN-BRU, THE FITTIE, THE DOSSERS
NAMING THE ’66 WORLD CUP WINNERS IN NEWPORT
Too many photos to stick in one post, and almost too much to report from the double decker pub trip from Freshwater to Newport. All I’ll say is, make sure you grab a seat toward the back of the top deck.if you ever catch the school bus on Wight. Teenagers told tales of mixing a… Continue reading NAMING THE ’66 WORLD CUP WINNERS IN NEWPORT
AN OUTING TO DOWNHAM MARKET WETHERSPOONS
Mrs RM was in combat-ready mode at the weekend, preparing herself for a new IT consultancy job that started with a day in Maidenhead. She didn’t make me travel with her. To calm her nerves, I suggested a relaxing afternoon at the new Wetherspoons in Downham Market, half an hour up the line into Norfolk… Continue reading AN OUTING TO DOWNHAM MARKET WETHERSPOONS
MY FIRST EVER KRONENBOURG 1664
A couple of days in Paris with Mrs RM, mainly so I can moan about it on my blog and upset my French reader*. The highlight is always going to be the Sunday morning pint at St Pancras, isn’t it ? I failed to squeeze in here when it opened before Christmas, but 9.45am is… Continue reading MY FIRST EVER KRONENBOURG 1664
DERBY – 17 HAND PUMPS AND THE BEER’S STILL GOOD
I’d been hoping for a Proper Night Out in Derby with Charles; the curry must be OK there. But it hasn’t happened and I need to finish Derbyshire off so I can start on the more challenging counties. Like Fife. The Standing Order has been irritating me. I’m sure I’ve been to more Spoons… Continue reading DERBY – 17 HAND PUMPS AND THE BEER’S STILL GOOD
PONTEFRACT CAKES
After three days break for “planning”, it was off to Halifax with Curry Charles. With Charles starting at Dereham, the town that makes Wisbech seem modern, there was always going to be a need for multiple “comfort breaks“. But there’s nowhere up the A1 that I haven’t stopped a dozen times. Except Pontefract. Charles became… Continue reading PONTEFRACT CAKES
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