Another shopping expedition to Meersbrook, another Click-and-Collect at Homebase, another mysterious “drill bit” added to Mrs RM’s burgeoning collection. She’s going to chop me up and bury me in the little wood shed in the garden, you know. Homebase had my packages ready; Mrs RM has reached “favoured customer” status already. On the return I… Continue reading ABBEYDALE ROAD
Month: February 2021
GUESS THE PUB CROSSES THE BORDER
Ah, but WHICH border ? The Rutland border ? The Cheshire border at Heaton Chapel ? You can probably tell from the decor in this Victorian gem. At least ONE of the bands whose albums grace this famed rock pub are relatively local, and it’s not Aerosmith. It’s a bit of an identikit town, but… Continue reading GUESS THE PUB CROSSES THE BORDER
OUR COW MOLLY
I’ve been having weird dreams, just like in the Number 8 smash by Old Mudgie’s favourite sisters. My hair will soon be that long, despite having a son who’s a barber. Most of these dreams involve me working in an office (aaagh !), but the other night I rejoined the United Nations. Was this the… Continue reading OUR COW MOLLY
GUESS THE PUB GOES TO SURREY
I’ve given Surrey short shrift over the years, it was No. 93 in my Top 75 GBG counties, but there’s no doubt that it’s not all Brunning & Price and slow-moving Ranmore Ale. Our mystery pub is in a small town which rotates its GBG entries based on the quality of the jukebox and CAMRA… Continue reading GUESS THE PUB GOES TO SURREY
CHIPPY HUNTING IN ECCLESFIELD
Fish and chips are essential. Apparently. The sun on your face and the first bloom of Spring is even more vital. It felt like a minor rebirth as we strolled round the ancient village of Ecclesfield, just north of the Northern General and south of the birthplace of those Arctic Monkeys, whose most famous track… Continue reading CHIPPY HUNTING IN ECCLESFIELD
RAM JAM
I had to pop back to take my Dad to a health clinic today. It’s not my 50th birthday, so don’t go grassing me up. Dad is OK (and wants golf back), perhaps better than when I left, but my heart sunk at a return to dour, featureless Cambridgeshire. No overnight stay, no pint in… Continue reading RAM JAM
GUESS THE PUB GOES TO SALOP
Yes, looks a corker today, doesn’t it. I see you heading to Page 357 of your GBG right now, looking for a place that sells those BBB favourites. It won’t help. Never been in the Guide in my ticking lifetime. A trip to the lounge dispels any hopes you’re in a basic boozer. In fact,… Continue reading GUESS THE PUB GOES TO SALOP
PLOTTING A RETURN
The snow has cleared, the temperatures in Sheffield will soon exceed those in Seville, and Covid hospitalisation rates have turned a corner. Let’s beer positive, as someone said, and plan a return to pubs. Remember pubs ? Mrs RM just said “You need to think about a Proper Plan for when we can travel again“.… Continue reading PLOTTING A RETURN
FORGED IN STEEL
Dave will be bleating if I don’t get a new post out today (the Stocksbridge one “dropped” (ugh) at about 7 minutes to midnight last night); so what better for Valentines Day than the giant Sheffield Forgemasters building that dominates the approach to IKEA on the majestic A6178. Yes, another trip to the edge of… Continue reading FORGED IN STEEL
STOICAL IN STOCKSBRIDGE
A bit more exploration of northern Sheffield, as we head to Surprising Stocksbridge. Yes, a bit further than I expected; I thought it was just north of Hillsborough beyond the picturesque villages of Oughtibridge and Grenoside, but as the A61 became a bit, empty, I wondered if I was pushing my luck. Luckily, I was… Continue reading STOICAL IN STOCKSBRIDGE
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