retiredmartin

I’ve never been to Chicago (or Minneapolis), but it’s been on my Bucket List since Ferris took us there on his day off forty (40) years ago.

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Having had their bit of Peak onm Saturday, Sunday was for culture.

No, not whippets and Hendos, not even the Park Hill flats, but an aimless wander round the centre for a few hours,

starting at the underrated Cathedral. I mean, it’s not got the medieval feel of Peterborough or Lincoln, closer to the modernity of Blackburn (honest), but it’s colourful and rambling and you won’t be pounced on by volunteers.

We scooted past the inevitable protest (pro-Trump, inevitably), and showed off the glossy new food court and pavements, which particularly impressed Dave (again, honestly).

Lily Allen was in town that weekend;

our musical entertainment would come later that night.

For now, we enjoyed the buskers of The Moor and the art of Phlegm (great band name),

and tried to get Mrs RM to apply for a late bid at stardom.

The heart of Sheffield has the big fountains and the winter gardens, and a string of museums covering everything from steel to reel to reel.

Almost as old as the car we admired in Kelham later.

But our cultural highlight came when the chap below asked us to video his Karate routine.