I’ve restarted my Monday lunchtime cinema sessions at Sheffield’s lovely Light, now that masks aren’t compulsory. Given that I’ve never been to a screen with more than half a dozen other customers and they all sit a dozen rows behind me I can live with that.
I went for the noon show, and fuelled up on Pad Thai (NPTSS 4) from Moor Market early. The lovely Thai owner remembered me from a year ago. I’m not sure I remember myself from a year ago.
“Belfast” is a masterpiece (NFSS 4.5). Beautifully filmed and acted, it’s only a tiny bit sentimental and Van Morrison* has never sounded better. I sobbed a few times as Jamie Dorman explained the Troubles to his 9 year old.
It’ll make you think, and make you want to be in a Wetherspoons in Belfast drinking Doom Bar.
Of course, Sheffield has culture; we’ve got Toyah and one of Matt’s metalcore bands in town next week.
But on the way home I just wanted a spiritual lift,
so I popped in The Grapes, a famous Irish pub I’ve somehow avoided in my first year Up North.
What a lovely place.
Tulips, proper seating, laughter (from the other bar, inevitably),
and Teenage Kicks, which seemed appropriate after what I’d just watched.
Apparently Guinness sales are booming in the UK.
That’s not down to me, but I had to have Guinness here (it took 5 minutes to pour), and save the Tetley for a future visit.
It was cool and silky, but not a patch on the Kilkenny pints I remember from 25 years ago, but someone will say that’s true of everything.
But at 14:30 on a Monday it was bustling, and as good a pub experience as I’ve had so far in Sheffield.
*Importantly, Belfast Child by Simple Minds is NOT on the soundtrack.