Another tough day at the office…

Venue: Richmond Road Larder Eaten:   Trev and Angela – poached eggs on ciabatta toast with chutney. Emily – mushrooms in cream sauce on toast (bit too rich for me actually, should have stuck with the tried and tested big breakfast – ES) Drunk:  Not bloody likely as the management at Richmond Road Larder have yet to obtain an alcohol  licence due to “signage issues.” Agreed: Emily to pursue contact with Karen who could help with our SEO and other publicity matters. All bloggers to contribute  to facilitate this. Subjects for future… Read More

The Devil’s Brew by Angela Caldin

It is with trepidation that I start to write about alcohol and its effects on us and our society, because I am more than well aware that my two fellow bloggers like a drink or twelve and that one of them at least has certainly suffered from some almighty hangovers in her time. But I am troubled by the hold that alcohol seems to have on our society at all levels, most dramatically among the young. Its effects are all too apparent in our town centres every weekend, when getting ‘bladdered’ seems… Read More

When shall we three meet again?

It’s hard work this blogging business. Servicing our 5 followers (that would be us 3, my mum and Trevor’s wife), providing wit and wisdom (debateable) every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday and replying to abusive followers – that would be my mum again. To make sure all this happens, we occasionally meet to discuss things like our SEO strategy and what tea we prefer. It’s not always possible to get together in person when one of our contributors is based on the other side of the world. So, Trev and I were delighted… Read More

The Confessions of a Tin Opener by Trevor Plumbly

As the car drove off, I faced a few days fending for myself and I realised that it wasn’t going to be quite as simple or relaxing as it once was. The old system worked fine in a big house; the washing, dishes, pots and empties could be ignored until the eve-of-return blitz. In a small cottage however, some sort of system would need to be followed to get the full benefit out of my temporary return to batchelorhood. First, a quick stock-take: the liquids were easy, tea, a few beers and… Read More

Last Orders! By Trevor Plumbly

The 1960s were the beginning of the end as far as the traditional pub was concerned. The beat generation demanded novelty and noise; this was quickly provided by franchise chains and disco bars, which left the poor old dedicated drinker out in the cold. Depending where you stood in the social scale it was ‘the boozer’, ‘the pub’ or ‘the local’. For non-locals, they had names that totally belied the ambience and clientèle within. Only an innocent tourist would expect to meet any of the peerage in ‘The King’s Arms’ or find… Read More