No, not Jarvis obsessed at all, not me.
The new rules mean I can only take one member of our household for our hour’s walk, so I made sure Mrs RM accompanied me on the most arduous hike up the hills of Walkley yesterday.
“Ten minutes walk = 200 calories = half a can of murk” I shouted encouragingly.
The view from the top of Fir Street is complimented by these classic disused Gents urinals, perfect for the 56 year old bloke needed a “comfort break” after returning from a night in Crookes.
I steered us away from the flesh pots (well, Merantos kebab house) of Crookes, towards the student central Commonside, home to Closed Shop. Loads of solid looking housing, mostly spick-and-span, nearly all devoid of car parking.
There’s a lot of “To Let” signs up round here, whatever “here” is. James says it’s Crookesmoor, Bing Maps offers up Steel Bank, the locals reckon Commonside.
Mrs RM was unexpectedly drawn to the off-licence.
“Wonderful Walkley raves about the Prosecco here” she said.
I was expecting whisky and wine. But it looked rather more interesting.
How DOES Sheffield support so many interesting beer shops ? Beautifully maintained, decently priced, row upon row of local and Belgian beer.
“You choose” Mrs RM said, turning to chat to the young man at the counter about how important it was to support the independents by getting pissed on local beer.
Well, always go for
the strongest one Deya, I suppose.
This is just to prove to BeerTwitter (not that they read this stuff) that I can appreciate stuff other than Doom Bar, Bass and 6X.
We drank the wonderfully gloppy North/Deya 10% murk while watching the 5pm press conference, and agreed that a pint each would have made it more palatable.