“How’s the decorating ?” you ask.
Yep, time to get out for another aimless wander, down to the Don and keep walking.
The Don is actually rushing quite fast today, but Sheffield is very quiet, now Primark has closed (no joke). The trams trundle past, empty or with a solitary masked worker back home to Malin Bridge.
But the factories, and car repair works, and cranes still operate. How many more student flats does Sheffield need, and does Jarvis Cocker own EVERYTHING in town ?
James joined me on a 90 minute trek from north to east to south and back.
I thought that “A Skeg” was a good name for such a pointless walk, but apparently Skeg is an artist from Hull.
Sheffield is considered musically a poor relation to Manchester by Matt, who has clearly never heard of Def Leppard, let alone Joe Cocker (no relation).
But local band Malevolence recorded their “Sludge Metal” classic on the scary bridge that crosses the station to Park Hill, and I reckon Sheffield probably edges it on the metal stakes.
Yes, it’s really grim, but back on the deserted Hallam side of town you do get some classic pub tiling.
How good does the Rutland Arms look ?
Or the Red Deer, which I finally stumbled across, tucked off West Street with it’s never-ending Asian delights.
James had NEVER seen the Red Deer before, despite 3 years living and studying mere minutes away.
I ask you, what do they teach them at Uni ?