HANDSWORTH – THE HOLY GRAIL OF SHEFFIELD SUBURBAN PUB-TICKING

In four days time, God willing, I will be in a pub. Perhaps even in esteemed company. Only a few more of this pointless exploration of Sheffield’s eastern suburbs with their loveably scruffy pubs and artisan litter. But that’s Handsworth, Brum, which IS ethnically diverse, or was last time I went there. The South Yorkshire… Continue reading HANDSWORTH – THE HOLY GRAIL OF SHEFFIELD SUBURBAN PUB-TICKING

“The drunks at the bar talk over the band”

“Where are your great posts on obscure modern music, retiredmartin, we love them” said no-one ever you all ask. What a good question. Last year my posts on melancholy melodies at the start of the first lockdown seemed to strike a, ahem, chord with my more discerning readers, but writing about music is about as… Continue reading “The drunks at the bar talk over the band”