What did you do on Christmas Day ?
Because it’s just another day in our (new) house, I wrote blogs, visited blogs, and ensured there was enough beer for Dasher, Comet and Baa Baa Toure.
The pint glasses contain Kelham Island’s Pale Rider and Knight Rider, take-out from the Fat Cat. CAMRA will be delighted to know that the real ale dispensed into milk cartons is by far the best of the bunch. One day all cask will be dispensed into milk cartons.
Mrs RM (Pale Rider, Axe Edge, hangover) insisted on cooking, rather than getting a takeaway in. Here’s our Christmas lunch;
An hour after letting the treacle settle, I tried to rouse the family.
“Get up” I said. “I need new blog material for my loyal readers.”
After half an hour waiting impatiently at the door, we set off towards The Wicker.
What do people do after lunch on Christmas Day ? In the morning I’d see a few folk about with over-excited dogs, in the afternoon no-one was about.
Till we got to Spital Hill, where ALL the shops and takeaways were open.
We could have come here and had lamb curry and mango lassi for Christmas lunch. AND got our hair cut for £8. Next year.
We walked a little further into industrial Burngreave (or is it Pitsmoor ? Sheffield Hatter will know), about which I knew NOTHING. James looked a little alarmed.
It feels a little like Digbeth, but without the classic pubs. Which I guess sounds like Pleck on the edge of Walsall. But wait, what’s this ?
Oooh, that’d look nice outside our door. At that moment, as I turned my attention to the Grapes beyond, the Landlord of the Royal Oak popped out.
“Are y’allright ?” Mrs RM and James died of embarrassment. James hates me taking photos of pubs.
“I was just admiring your Bass lamp“. Honesty is the best policy.
“It’s lovely, isn’t it ?“. He visibly cheered, reassured I was a just a lunatic Bass-hunter rather than Sheffield Council checking for short pints on Christmas Day.
I promised him I’d pop in when pubs re-open as pubs. And you know I will. And I’ll visit the Grapes.
I knew there were dead pubs, and keg pubs in Burngreave, but I didn’t know they’d look as good as this.
“Look at that brown tiling !” I screamed at Mrs RM, who sped on towards the giant Tesco.
The Norfolk Arms aka Club Xes aka nothing at all. Don’t you wish your house frontage looked like this ?
Once again, the only mention I can find of the Norfolk Arms is from the indomitable Sheffield Hatter (that’s a compliment, Will) on Pubs Galore.
EDIT: See Page 92 of the magnificent (and free to download) Sheffield Heritage Pubs Inventory.
Just think. If pubs don’t return soon I’ll be writing about closed pubs in industrial estates forever.