It’s Mrs RM’s birthday today (don’t ask, it’s rude) and I’ve arranged a nice sunrise for her, best seen from the kitchen window. Life is good, even in Tier 3, he says through gritted teeth.
Well into our first week as Northerners, and I still haven’t opened the door to the garden, which was full of gnomes when I saw it on our house-hunting in September.
Week 1 has been wallpaper-stripping, phone charger losing, quinoa shopping, Hi-Fi unpacking.
Here’s some Hi-Fi porn for you audiophiles. Don’t ask me what a Hi-Cap does. The dust is an optional feature to reduce outer frequencies (Audiophile, p.32, Oct 1990).
Some day I will put my Hi-Fi back together and produce a sonic boom to scare the neighbours.
Sheffield seems to have all I will ever need, bar open pubs. There’s sourdough in the west, hot yoga (it’s a Yorkshire speciality, like parmo) down the road in Crookes, a (slow) train to Manchester, and a giant carpet shop in mysterious Norton Woodseats, one of approximately 73 distinct neighbourhoods for me to explore.
Norton Woodseats is the King’s Heath of the North (niche comparison there). Independent cafes, charity shops, bit of art, modern Spoons, a few good boozers.
It was raining, so you only get the view from the window of Pyramid Carpets.
For the first time since our wedding day in 1992 (forget the actual date, but luckily so does Mrs RM), we seemed to agree on a carpet design.
Next door to Pyramid Carpets, there’s a pub.
An unsung pub, certainly, but apparently it still does Tetley Bitter. Tier 1 can’t come soon enough.
Though their last Facebook post before Lockdown 2 may tell you more about the drinks preferences of the Norton set.
“our wedding day in 1992 (forget the actual date”
– ours was 1st May 1992, quite easy to remember.
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Ours was so close (27/6), we could have had a joint wedding and saved money to spend in pubs.
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Yes, and you’d have loved the Hansons at the reception in the Hilly House, Dudley.
Then Robin Hoods Bay’s plenty hilly enough for the honeymoon.
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There may be a slow train to Manchester but there’s also a fast train to Stockport…..
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How are the transport links to Herefordshire? Tier 1! Or Bristol for flat Bass & Scotch Eggs? Tier 2!
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Sadly there is only ONE (1) Beer Guide pub for me to do in Herefordshire, with a second takeout only, so not worth the bovver of angry Herefordians at the border.
It’s only 3 hours on the train to Hereford, with a change at Stockport.
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5 hour change at Stockport though…
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That would be fine if Stockport were in Tier 1…..
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“For the first time since our wedding day…. we seemed to agree on a carpet design”
I get that…
Mrs RM: ‘That one’s nice…’
RM (staring out of the window at The Chantry Arms): ‘Yes it is dear, isn’t it’
PS – I think you may have a spider in your hi fi
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“we seemed to agree on a carpet design”
In which of Tim’s venues was that ?
And did agreement extend to the food ?
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Spiders are a cult tweak to Hi-Fi systems discover by Mr O. Potting or Reigate in 1982.
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Is hot yoga to cool yoga what hot jazz is to cool jazz?
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Best description so far, certainly.
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My flesh-and-blood oracle beside me tells me that it’s literal.
Crikey.
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Sometimes you can know too much.
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In competition with the slow train to Manchester is the new X57 bus to Manchester via the Snake Pass, something of an experienced and can be joined at Broomhill or Crosspool!
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Ooh, is it a double-decker?
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Thanks. I admire your determination to get me to use a bus, Andrew; I’d rather walk (are there pubs en-route ?) ! I’ve been on buses, they don’t agree with me.
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Andrew,
Train – 53 minutes
X57 bus – 95 minutes = 42 minutes lost.
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I could walk from the Blind Monkey in Sheffield to the Old Monkey in Manchester in 11 hours. That would be my preference.
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Yes, better than 95 minutes on a, probably toiletless, bumpy bus.
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Thanks for the info about the X57. Handy for getting from here to Glossop, even if the train is preferable for Manc. Hope my bladder would survive the 50 minute ride back to Sheffield and the mad sprint for the gents toilet at the Old Queens Head next to the bus station. Sorry, that’s probably more information than you really wanted..
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Sheffield Hatter,
It’s many years since I’ve been to Glossop ( and Hadfield ), plenty of Robinsons and Boddingtons if I remember correctly.
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Glossop would make a good day out, Paul. No Boddies anymore, but some good stiff walks from the station to the old town and Sam Smiths back down. Plenty of craft cans, too !
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Martin,
Thanks,
Glossop’s now fifteenth on my list of places to go in 2021.
Or 2022.
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“HUSBAND DRAGGED ROUND CARPET SHOP”
I envision you being dragged on the floor behind Mrs RM, akin to that poor dog in the Monty Python sketch with the princess whose dog was dead but she didn’t know it.
“It’s Mrs RM’s birthday today (don’t ask, it’s rude)”
I’ve always assumed all women are forever 29 (or maybe 39, depending). 😉
“Don’t ask me what a Hi-Cap does.”
I high cap is the opposite of a Flat-Cap. One does the bass sounds while the other does the treble. 😉
(I would have spotted you for a flat-cap/bass sound chap) 🙂
“one of approximately 73 distinct neighbourhoods for me to explore.”
Ah, the very definition of a city. A bunch of small towns squished together. 🙂
“For the first time since our wedding day in 1992 (forget the actual date, but luckily so does Mrs RM),”
(slow golf clap)
“we seemed to agree on a carpet design.”
Blimey!
“Tier 1 can’t come soon enough.”
(nods)
“Though their last Facebook post before Lockdown 2 may tell you more about the drinks preferences of the Norton set.”
Good lord!
Cheers
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Women of a certain age are forever 37, as in the The Ballad of Lucy Jordan sung by Marianne Faithful.
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