Because it’s my blog I can do what I like, including using it to wish James a happy 21st. He’ll be thrilled to be a star of this post instead of the usual can of Punk IPA.
Here’s him looking shocked after emerging from a three day labour at Stevenage Hospital.
We’re just back from a socially distanced trip to say “Happy Birthday” in person (one at a time) on the steps near Kelham Island.
Here he is last year after Matt attacked his hair with a lawnmower.
James has had his final year studying Computer Science (whatever that is) at Sheffield Uni disrupted a bit, with only exercise in the grimy industrial quarter below Kelham to break the monotony of on-line lectures.
I would have bought Mrs RM some takeaways from the Kelham Island Tavern, last visited with this scamp in 2017.
But it seemed to be one in, one out, the queue stretched back to Hillsborough, and I hadn’t brought any growlers. Who carries growlers ?
I really fancied a pub.