2nd October 2022. Yes ! October ! Mrs RM had heard about an alpaca farm to the west of Sheffield, and having recently put turf down in our garden it seemed a good idea to get an alpaca to tend the grass. Oh, apparently that’s not how it works. Anyway, a trip out to the… Continue reading ALFIE THE ALPACA
LINE CLEANING AT THE SCARSDALE HUNDRED
28th September 2022. You left me at the entrance of Sheffield’s second shopping centre, having had an average pint of Wainwright in an average Marston’s dining pub. Having spent the best part of a fiver on an all-day tram ticket, I’d better make it worthwhile by doing some shopping in Crystal Peaks, I suppose. Oh,… Continue reading LINE CLEANING AT THE SCARSDALE HUNDRED
CRYSTAL PEAKS
28 September 2022. ANOTHER day in Sheffield. ANOTHER escape attempt to avoid gardening (I’m sure there was a skip outside our house permanently in September). It was odd having no (zero, 0) GBG pubs left to do, but there’s plenty of boozers left in Greater Sheffield, and a Supertram to take you there; Only the… Continue reading CRYSTAL PEAKS
WHEN NOTHING BEATS A PIE AND A PINT
More short pints with comestible click bait. 27th September 2022. I’ve no idea why I wandered down to the Gardeners just before teatime; perhaps I was bored. Or perhaps I was headed somewhere new and just remembered how wonderful the beer garden was as I crossed the Don. Do I need a reason ? Every… Continue reading WHEN NOTHING BEATS A PIE AND A PINT
FLOATING ALONG
Quite a few days at home in early Autumn, the sort of frivolity not normally allowed to professional tickers. 24th September 2022 saw me use James’s spare ticket for a one day music festival (thanks James) in Sheffield (he was eating Chinese takeaway with my parents). Float Along featured all your favourite “£10 a ticket”… Continue reading FLOATING ALONG
PUB MASCOTS HEAD FOR HALIFAX
23rd September 2022. I wondered why we’d spent the previous night in Manchester. Apart from the joy of a morning in the greatest city on earth (sorry, Milton Keynes), obviously. Turns out we were headed out from Victoria (what happened to their new station bar) to the greatest town on earth (sorry, Maidenhead) for the… Continue reading PUB MASCOTS HEAD FOR HALIFAX
WHIPPING PICCADILLY (INDUSTRIAL ESTATES)
Only another 137 posts (conservative estimate) and I’ll have caught up with the blog at last. More importantly, only another ten and you’ll know about the alpaca farm. 22 September 2022. Scarily, this was the last time I had my hair cut until this Tuesday. Matthew is so busy at Helvete he hasn’t been able… Continue reading WHIPPING PICCADILLY (INDUSTRIAL ESTATES)
THAT UNWISE QUADRUPEL IPA IN THE SHAKESPEARE
Actually, it was a mistake not to walk past the Shakespeare, one of Sheffield’s (many) famous Kelham free houses. But someone had said “it’s not what it was” and I like to find that sort of thing out for myself. And beside, Ward’s windows. Gorgeous multi-roomed pub, nice sensible range of cask, and top staff.… Continue reading THAT UNWISE QUADRUPEL IPA IN THE SHAKESPEARE
FOOTBALL
21st September 2022. You’ll be expecting a World Cup themed special from me this week, where I go through the chances of Iran and Ecuador and advise you which beer to match with each country (for England, it’s Madri). No chance. I may well watch a few games with Dad when I’m “home” though, just… Continue reading FOOTBALL
STINGO. A REWARD FOR MRS RM.
20 September 2022. I’m less than two (2) months behind with the blog ! Hard to characterise the last two months, but I have made a start in visiting some old (non-Guide) Sheffield favourites, such as… ALL THE PUBS IN SHEFFIELD ON FOOT No. 133 – Old Grindstone, Crooks I remember doing the Crookes pubs… Continue reading STINGO. A REWARD FOR MRS RM.
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