Slightly out of sequence, but I know you’re desperate to see Mrs RM’s birthday drink, and this post gives me a chance to show you how close I am to Crookes, which is as close as Sheffield gets to Islington (bound to upset someone, that comparison). 18 minutes uphill from the Blind Monkey (our local,… Continue reading “GO FOR IT !” – MRS RM GETS THE 10%
Month: December 2020
HOT YOGA, HI-CAPS, HUSBAND DRAGGED ROUND CARPET SHOP
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… Continue reading HOT YOGA, HI-CAPS, HUSBAND DRAGGED ROUND CARPET SHOP
A PEEP INTO NEEPSEND
“Banning Christmas would be inhuman” says the Prime Minister today, proving himself out of touch with a nation only bothered about how I’M getting a pint on my birthday (22 December). If anyone wants to interview me in a pub for an imaginary job on the 22nd to exploit the “Business Usage” loophole I’m happy… Continue reading A PEEP INTO NEEPSEND
THE CLOSED PUB TILING PORN TRAIL
Days in Sheffield – Four. Pubs visited – Zero. This isn’t going well, is it ? Sourdough – 0.5 of a loaf (Aldi). Arguments about wallpaper – Zero. Calories walked off – 2,672. Mostly walking UP the hill from the A61 to our humble abode a minute from the Blind Monkey. Mrs RM STILL hasn’t… Continue reading THE CLOSED PUB TILING PORN TRAIL
DO THE PONDEROSA
The sun has finally decided to shine on the righteous again, and caught up with me in Sheffield yesterday, after a rainy Sunday. Suddenly, with blue skies, steep hills, and pubs potentially open before Christmas 2021 I feel my Northern retirement decision vindicated. While Mrs RM stripped wallpaper and installed white goods, I took a… Continue reading DO THE PONDEROSA
A SOURDOUGH SEARCH IN S6
I finished unpacking Mrs RM’s shoes, shelves and Sonos boxes (no idea) last night and took the rental van back to Enterprise this morning. Doing your own removals can save hundreds of pounds, and will only reduce life expectancy by the 18.7 years you didn’t want anyway. The 41 30 minute walk back along the… Continue reading A SOURDOUGH SEARCH IN S6
MOVING HOUSE – HOW HARD CAN IT BE ?
I said I’d reflect on the joys and traumas of moving house, and since this blog is my diary it would be daft not to. Put simply, the relocation from Cambridge to Sheffield would be some way down my list of Magic Memories, even below the hell of the 67th to 91st minutes at the… Continue reading MOVING HOUSE – HOW HARD CAN IT BE ?
KELHAM ISLAND, BABY
Our first day as Northerners. If you’re lucky I’ll tell you “Why You Should Never Move House, Ever”. Two trips to Big Yellow Storage in Hillsborough, a big shop in Morrisons, and an unexpectedly arty walk round Kelham Island. Kelham is a different beast to the rough industrial suburb we all remember from the 90s.… Continue reading KELHAM ISLAND, BABY
HIT THE NORTH
Last night we said farewell to Waterbeach, after 20 flat years, and headed to Walkley in Sheffield. I’d like to say it was a fond Farewell, but Tier 2 doesn’t allow you to pop in the Sun for a swift 2 pints, so the Chung Wa had to do. Britain’s finest Chinese. Here’s proof we… Continue reading HIT THE NORTH
TIER 2 – QUACKERS
Here’s the Spoons I promised you earlier. You haven’t been able to sleep with excitement, have you ? St. Ives. Not THAT one. The Cornwall one is out of bounds to Tier 2 scum like me, and as you know anyone leaving their Tier for a lower one for a pint will be turned back… Continue reading TIER 2 – QUACKERS
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