Both our lads came over to Sheffield on Friday night. We’re seeing more of them both than we have for years, which is nice, but a bit surprising. It must be because they’re hungry. Mrs RM was keen to show off her considerable cooking skills, but the lads were keener to revive the local economy… Continue reading SHIPPING CONTAINER CHIC
Month: May 2021
THE BLAKE
A quick pint on the way into town. It is possible, sort of. The walk down through Ruskin Park from the Blind Monkey to the Blake Hotel ought to be immortalised in song by Van Morrison but he’s too busy wittering on about lockdown these days. ALL THE PUBS IN SHEFFIELD ON FOOT No. 15… Continue reading THE BLAKE
PREPARING TO VOTE
I mentioned earlier about the challenges of settling into Sheffield during Lockdown, and how we’ll need pubs and gigs and football before we’ll really feel like it’s home. But meeting the lovely Sheffield Hatter and Co. (milliners of distinction) on his home turf has made us more at home, and I feel like I personally… Continue reading PREPARING TO VOTE
THE FAMOUS BAKEWELL SAUSAGE
It’s only take 5 months, but we finally went somewhere authentically touristy last Thursday. Bakewell, famous for the eponymous sausage that Mrs RM dropped on the A619 in 1995. Bakewell, the Stow-on-the-Wold of the Dales, home to 37 tea shops and 15 outdoor clothing shops to help protect you on your walk between those 37… Continue reading THE FAMOUS BAKEWELL SAUSAGE
SEVEN DAYS TOO LONG
It’s seven days till we can go INSIDE a pub again, lads and lasses. Trips to the loo don’t count. I need a good term to describe May 17th, really, after the Glorious 12th became such a hit. Kevin Rowland sang about his keenness to return to his local Bearwood Ember Inn back in 1980;… Continue reading SEVEN DAYS TOO LONG
3 HOURS IN THE FAT CAT
The prescribed time in a UK pub is 27 minutes. It used to be 27.5, but we are in a pandemic and have to take appropriate precautions to minimise infection risk. Of course, table service (boo !!) only increases the time we spend in a pub. I spent exactly 3 hours at (if not in)… Continue reading 3 HOURS IN THE FAT CAT
SAVING SHEFFIELD SPOONS
Onto Tuesday morning, I think. At least it was THIS Tuesday. Anyway, it’s a day with a “y” in it and the house looks like THIS, and I need to get somewhere uncluttered and clean and loveable. Like a Spoons. The Francis Newton was heaving on the Glorious 12th, the largest Spoons garden in town… Continue reading SAVING SHEFFIELD SPOONS
DRINKING IN THE RAIN
Back to this week’s pubs and, at last, the Blind Monkey, technically HOME on my maps. Here’s a video of my epic WALK TO EVERY PUB IN SHEFFIELD No. 12 – Blind Monkey Exactly 60 seconds. Told ya. It was Bank Holiday Monday, and despite my presence IT WAS POURING. Just as well Mrs RM… Continue reading DRINKING IN THE RAIN
THE ☀ AND THE ☔
More real time blogging, as I visit Waterbeach as the local team sits on the verge of promotion at half time. I’d probably have been up the Abbey Stadium now, asking the bloke in the Habbin “Who’s that No. 9?” and “What colours are we.” But football is being played without fans, which is #pointless,… Continue reading THE ☀ AND THE ☔
“Please don’t make that handpump gesture”
In absolute honesty, that photo above is the first picture that came up when I searched for “pulling a pint of cask“. And that warning was the EXACT words Mrs RM said to me at my latest unheralded suburban Sheffield pub 10 minutes from the Wednesday ground. ALL THE PUBS IN SHEFFIELD ON FOOT No.… Continue reading “Please don’t make that handpump gesture”
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