I know some of you are anxious to see more of the ancient pages of the Sheffield Star I’m uncovering on our floorboards.
Sadly no adverts for whippet cream or Stones, just a report on an “exciting” Benson & Hedges cup tie from 1984 I managed to track down on Cricinfo.
An afternoon of soporific cricket, after lunch at the Trent Bridge Inn sounds attractive now.
My soporific afternoon of blogging followed a couple of pints from local brewery Fuggle Bunny.
Tucked away on the edge of the city, at the end of the tram line, they’ve felt a bit left out of the Sheffield beer boom.
You know how I love a microbrewery on an industrial estate.
At the door I had a chat with the brewers while they filled a couple of 2 pint milk bottles with their excellent amber bitter and Russian stout, and handed over £8 (yes, £2 a pint). Darts didn’t seem a good idea.
And then set off for a walk in the Rother Valley.
I’m glad Fuggle Bunny can sell their beers from the brewery, just as the Owl & Pussycat in Ealing can*.
But just how it’s fair that identical looking pub/shops in Sheffield CAN’T sell their beer take-out because they’re not also a brewery is a mystery as deep as Derek Randall’s batting stance.
*The Owl & Pussycat only sells beers from its on-site brewery.