Our lovely septuagenarian neighbours popped round the other night to tell us about a little problem that I’ll entertain you with later. It’s the first time we’ve spoke since Christmas, and I wouldn’t know they’re next door if it wasn’t for the huge “YEEEESSSSS !” when Sheffield United score (Jan 17th, I think). We compared… Continue reading SNIVELLIN’ IN THE RIVELIN


Only three more days and we’re in March, which is basically April Eve, when pubs come back. Something to look forward to in another grim month. Even the showroom dummies in the Hillsborough Sue Ryder store have fallen asleep. With pubs closed, Walkley-ites have taken to drinking their exotic cocktails atop the blue recycling bins… Continue reading MOPING AROUND, WAITING