September 2026. End of the Road Festival. Dorset. 2025 saw a biblical deluge at End of the Road; this year we had the last heatwave of the year and a campervan turned into a sauna as I returned for my daily snooze mid-afternoon. Still, it gets cold on Cranborne Chase overnight. Mrs RM had packed… Continue reading END OF THE ROAD 2026. FRIDAY – MICROTONAL MATH ROCK
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TO THE END OF THE ROAD. VIA DUSTON
September 2026. Sheffield to Northampton. Yes ! I’m alive, just back from four (4) days without internet (unless you stand in a field of sheep in Cranborne Chase). Lots of exciting music reviews from End of the Road ’26 to come, but first, and most excitingly, a night in the western suburbs of Northampton. Calm… Continue reading TO THE END OF THE ROAD. VIA DUSTON
WHERE TO WAIT IN HILLSBOROUGH WHILE ARGOS GET YOUR BACK REST READY
September (YES !!!) 2026. Sheffield. Goodness knows what posts you’re going to get the next few days as I head into the internet wasteland that is Cranborne Chase, so this may be my last for a while. I expect you were hoping for something more exciting than a Mitchells & Butler family diner over the… Continue reading WHERE TO WAIT IN HILLSBOROUGH WHILE ARGOS GET YOUR BACK REST READY
WHY STOP IN LUTTERWORTH ?
August 2026. Lutterworth. The Great British Bank Holiday never disappoints; our trip home from visiting Dad wrecked by bumps at Grantham and, after a switch from A1 to M1, Leicester. We paused at Lutterworth, not as exciting as Shepshed or Rothwell I grant you, but it’s only 5 minutes off the motorway, and has a… Continue reading WHY STOP IN LUTTERWORTH ?
BASS AND CRISPY BEEF NIGHT IN CAMBRIDGE
August 2026. Cambridge. I drove down to Waterbeach yesterday to see Dad. The back pain is worse than the pain from lack of recognition now, and I at least got to watch “Chitty Chitty Bang Bang”. Having sold Sunnyside I’ve got to find somewhere cheap to stay overnight to break the journey, and Whittlesford opposite… Continue reading BASS AND CRISPY BEEF NIGHT IN CAMBRIDGE
THAT RONNIE O’SULLIVAN MURAL
August 2026. Sheffield. Part 2 (of 2) from Cluedo Pubs with Walsall Evo, which was one of those days that makes this blogging lark so worthwhile. As a shy 22 year old newly qualified accountant with a stammer I wouldn’t have believed I’d be chatting to such interesting folk every week as I approach middle… Continue reading THAT RONNIE O’SULLIVAN MURAL
FINDING COLONEL MUSTARD
August 2026. Sheffield. More “Ticking the Tickers” on Saturday, as I finally meet up with one of my favourite bloggers Evo of EvoBoozySaddler fame. I’d been waiting till Walsall got a new entry in the Beer Guide to catch up, but it looks like that’s never going to happen so he had to visit me.… Continue reading FINDING COLONEL MUSTARD
A WOMBWELL WOBBLE
August 2026. Wombwell. Greater Barnsley. “You’re weird” says Mrs RM, which I’m taking as a compliment. A week after that foreign holiday in Wales, I’d barely left Sheffield. At Dad’s care home this afternoon, the lovely staff note my absence from Waterbeach for a couple of weeks* and I feel guilty. By Thursday, my brain… Continue reading A WOMBWELL WOBBLE
STILL NO REAL ALE AT THE ETIHAD
August 2026. Manchester. Your traditional contractually obligated “first game at the Etihad” post you’ve no interest in. AFC Bournemouth at a traditional time, too, 2pm on a Sunday. The August fixture traditionally finds me scrabbling around for “new and shiny” pubs, having long ago completed the Greater Manchester section of the GBG. And there are… Continue reading STILL NO REAL ALE AT THE ETIHAD
REMEMBERING ALVECHURCH’S FA CUP HEROICS
August 2026. Alvechurch. A well-trod three and a half hour drive back from Cardiff to Sheffield, M4/A449/A40/M50/M5/M42/M1, and I got as far as the M42 before I needed to stop (bones not bladder). It’s a quarter of a century since I last stopped (for a Balti at the New Dilshad) in Alvechurch, pop. 6,564, so… Continue reading REMEMBERING ALVECHURCH’S FA CUP HEROICS
