IN SEARCH OF BRUTAL SHEFFIELD

Yesterday’s birthday (22/12) wasn’t the greatest ever. But it did end with a Doom Bar in a Bass glass and crispy beef, so I’ve had worse.

I’m taking notes on all the Sheffield Chinese takeaways, of course. NCTSS 3.5, good but no Chung Hwa.

Thank you for your helpful advice on keg care. Sadly, Mrs RM seems to have finished off the barrel of Bradfield Blonde this lunchtime (#PubWoman) before I got a chance to test that advice out.

Note the Christmas tablecloth and Yule log for birthday cake, though. I am concerned MY DAY is getting diluted by proximity to a Roman pagan festival we should have ditched centuries ago.

Before that feast I’d had a second, more energetic stroll with James, whose pace is rather different to that of Mrs RM (who rather resented the use of “Dawdle” in that earlier post).

Mrs RM and I have moved to Walkley, James is attempting to move a few minutes south to the area known alternately as Philadelphia/Hillfoot/Upperthorpe, from which he will be able to send washing up and down the supply rope back to his mum.

It’s very steep, be great when it snows.

James is one of few folk able to walk at my pace, especially uphill, but he can’t predict my sudden lurches to the left to take pics of old pubs.

At least he knew that the Nottingham House, near his 1st year Uni digs, was famed by students for etched windows pizza.

Our route took us through the heart of student-land,

to the only open public toilets for 7 miles, at the foot of the Botanic Gardens.

James doesn’t understand the impact of 3 pints of Bradfield Blonde on the bladder.

He doesn’t understand my love of street art (see top) either.

This joy is tucked down the rather dull Summerfield Street, south of centre, but that leads via to a real splash of colour on London Road.

Keg pubs, high rise, 237 takeaways and Wonder Woman.

Yes, those two may be keg, but who wouldn’t prefer a pint of Smooth in The Barrel over a cask takeaway on their own sofa (in underpants or not) ?

I shall be back to explore London Road when pubs re-open.

Crossing the ring road brings you to the brutalist joys of central Sheff.

This may be the ONLY building for 3 miles that ISN’T a new home for Students. I presume that all students are being trained how to build, sell and finance student accommodation.

My unguided tour took us through the hitherto unexplored (even by James) west central suburb. Light industry, graffiti and more student flats. James was a blur.

But we emerged, blinking, into the light of Victoria Street, and one of the city’s gems.

Is there anything in life worse than a shut pub ?

14 thoughts on “IN SEARCH OF BRUTAL SHEFFIELD

  1. That’s a remarkable shot of the mirror over the fireplace in the back snug of the Bath Hotel. How did you manage that?

    Ah, of course! When Thornbridge took over they got rid of the curtains.

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  2. Under Tofts…a toft is a piece of land, where a building once stood, usually a manorial one…doffed…according to Desmond Morris the doffing of the hat performs a submissive gesture, that is, the lowering of one’s physical stature by the removal of the hat, and also serves to affirm difference in social rank, the subordinate being expected to make the most extravagant gesture.

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  3. My dear Sir, there are several plausible theories, as to how that village gained its name, but I regret to say that none of them reach the standards of authority that yours truly would need so as to recommend one rather than another with due confidence, and, as I’m sure you will appreciate, confidence is everything in these matters. So, with my sincerest apologies, I refer you to the following document https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doffcocker

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      1. I am honoured, so far as I may, to be able to give freely of fact, and it is with a degree of pride – though I hope not with an unseemly portion thereof – that I can say honestly that I have never knowingly trafficked mere supposition in its place.

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  4. “Yesterday’s birthday (22/12) wasn’t the greatest ever.”

    Now THAT’S an understatement!

    “But it did end with a Doom Bar in a Bass glass and crispy beef, so I’ve had worse.”

    I won’t even ask.

    “Mrs RM seems to have finished off the barrel of Bradfield Blonde this lunchtime (#PubWoman) before I got a chance to test that advice out.”

    PubWoman indeed!

    “I am concerned MY DAY is getting diluted by proximity to a Roman pagan festival we should have ditched centuries ago.”

    You think that’s bad? I foolishly got married on my bloody birthday!
    (though, that also means I don’t forget our anniversary) 🙂

    “(who rather resented the use of “Dawdle” in that earlier post“).”

    No comment. 🙂

    “Mrs RM and I have moved to Walkley”

    I did a double take when I first looked at the OS Map. Then realised, with relief, that the town at the top was Genoside, but with an ‘r’ thrown in. 😉

    “from which he will be able to send washing up and down the supply rope back to his mum.”

    (slow golf clap)

    “but he can’t predict my sudden lurches to the left to take pics of old pubs.”

    You could signal, like bicyclists do.

    “to the only open public toilets for 7 miles”

    Blimey! That would be very tough on Si (or maybe some of the bushes along the way).

    “James doesn’t understand the impact of 3 pints of Bradfield Blonde on the bladder.”

    Ahhh… youth.

    “He doesn’t understand my love of street art (see top) either.”

    I’ll join him in that. 😉

    “and Wonder Woman.”

    Not the one that recently flopped on the big screen?

    “but who wouldn’t prefer a pint of Smooth in The Barrel over a cask takeaway on their own sofa (in underpants or not) ?”

    (starts to raise hand, then wisely puts it down)

    “I presume that all students are being trained how to build, sell and finance student accommodation.”

    Isn’t that what most Uni’s do? 😉
    (i.e. train people to teach what they just learned)

    “Is there anything in life worse than a shut pub ?”

    A hotel without a bath? 😉

    Cheers

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    1. Did Wonder Woman (’84) flop ? Assumed it was headed straight to streaming or whatever it’s called as no-one is allowed to go to the cinema here (certainly in UK). Seemed to have decent reviews.

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      1. Good point about straight to streaming. Apparently that’s what it’s doing in the US on Christmas Day. The flop seemed to have occurred mainly in China, which, funnily enough, has their cinemas open. 😉

        Cheers

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      2. Talking of Christmas Day, hope you and your beloved (who I know too much about) have a great day tomorrow, Russ. But do pop in and take a look at the blog when you’re drunk !

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      3. Thank you my good sir! I will most assuredly do that.

        And my I offer my felicitations to your and your loved ones Martin.

        Merry Chri… I mean… Happy Holidays! 🙂

        Cheers

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