We met the in-laws at the Diamond, where James was going to give him a tour of Sheffield University aka Sheffield.
Of course, having two pints before a stressful event like like meeting in-laws (now on Day 10 of 14) means, inevitably, you’ll want a “comfort break”.
That’s what God invented alleys and bushes for, isn’t it ? Sadly, Sheffield Uni have poshed-up the scruffy north-western corner of town, leaving me with no other option than to go to the nearest pub.
Not just ANY nearest pub, of course, the nearest GBG pub.
ALL THE PUBS IN SHEFFIELD ON FOOT No. 22 – The Red Deer
My best readers will remember me nipping in the Red Deer in 2017 while other parents were listening intently to Computer Science professors selling their £9,250 a year course to their sons (and it was ALL sons).
Back then I regaled you with the tale of spectacular trip onto the tram line in 2003, and a subsequent tear in my jeans is no doubt still talked about by the folk who were at West Street Tram stop that day.
It’s quieter now. No rushing to the bar before last orders, no dash to the Gents, just a genteel cleaning of hands and fiddle with the NHS App.
It’s much too quiet for a June Saturday, but then it is 25 degrees outside, and pub interiors are less appealing with all that tape on the floor.
I’m escorted to the table and given a printed drinks menu, which I can actually read.
“We’re clearing out stock” it says, as the Red Deer is between ownership, so good luck to the folk there.
The handpumps look a bit turned-round, but the Welbeck Harley is fine(ish), though that touch of straw I sometime note to pretend this blog cares about beer is present.
I snaffle a half in 20 seconds, take rather longer in the Gents, and say “Thanks” on the way out. I IMMEDIATELY feel like I need to go the loo again.
It’s going to be a long afternoon.