A busy Friday, of highs and lows, starting with a driving test for James in which he finished runner-up.
Middlewood Test Centre is the saddest looking building in Sheffield.
Sadly, they meant he wasn’t able to drive me the 278 miles round trip to finish Devon’s GBG entries, so I instead took him for steak pie in the Fat Cat.
I was delighted to hear James had taken his housemate Nat for a pork pie and a pint here the previous weekend, when it was packed. Nat is from Canada, wherever that is, and is doing the cultural highlights of our sceptred isle. Pubs, football, and Chinese takeaways, presumably.
I’m equally delighted that he enjoyed a Pale Rider that I couldn’t fault (NBSS 4). The Fat Cat is as good as it ever was, and being able to walk here in 10 minutes is good enough reason to live in Sheffield.
It takes rather more than 10 minutes to walk back up Whitehouse Lane to the Blind Monkey, as Nick and Magda found out on their visit last week. I promised Nick I wouldn’t blog about our catch-up as he wanted the exclusive on Prop Up The Bar. #PubMenAreGoodPeople
What a gorgeous setting for the visit of Manchester’s Halle Orchestra,
following in the illustrious footsteps of the famous Kraftwerk v Kylie Minogue football tournament (I think that’s what it means).
Just £18 to sit anywhere and hear one of the great symphonies by one of the great orchestras in one of the great settings.
“But what about the bar ?” you ask.
Well, two cans of SALT craft and a tub of Pringles were £8 ish, the unwise bottle of red rather dearer (“It’s cheaper than buying 3 small bottles” said the helpful barman).
The programme notes that Alexander Glazunov was drunk while conducting the premiere of Rachmaninov’s 2nd, which is a coincidence.
Here’s a bit of the 3rd movement for you;
Doesn’t get much better, except Bruckner’s 8th.
We left City Hall in a state of bliss, knowing there was only one way to finish our cultural evening.