Days in Sheffield – Four. Pubs visited – Zero. This isn’t going well, is it ? Sourdough – 0.5 of a loaf (Aldi). Arguments about wallpaper – Zero. Calories walked off – 2,672. Mostly walking UP the hill from the A61 to our humble abode a minute from the Blind Monkey. Mrs RM STILL hasn’t… Continue reading THE CLOSED PUB TILING PORN TRAIL
DO THE PONDEROSA
The sun has finally decided to shine on the righteous again, and caught up with me in Sheffield yesterday, after a rainy Sunday. Suddenly, with blue skies, steep hills, and pubs potentially open before Christmas 2021 I feel my Northern retirement decision vindicated. While Mrs RM stripped wallpaper and installed white goods, I took a… Continue reading DO THE PONDEROSA
A SOURDOUGH SEARCH IN S6
I finished unpacking Mrs RM’s shoes, shelves and Sonos boxes (no idea) last night and took the rental van back to Enterprise this morning. Doing your own removals can save hundreds of pounds, and will only reduce life expectancy by the 18.7 years you didn’t want anyway. The 41 30 minute walk back along the… Continue reading A SOURDOUGH SEARCH IN S6
MOVING HOUSE – HOW HARD CAN IT BE ?
I said I’d reflect on the joys and traumas of moving house, and since this blog is my diary it would be daft not to. Put simply, the relocation from Cambridge to Sheffield would be some way down my list of Magic Memories, even below the hell of the 67th to 91st minutes at the… Continue reading MOVING HOUSE – HOW HARD CAN IT BE ?
KELHAM ISLAND, BABY
Our first day as Northerners. If you’re lucky I’ll tell you “Why You Should Never Move House, Ever”. Two trips to Big Yellow Storage in Hillsborough, a big shop in Morrisons, and an unexpectedly arty walk round Kelham Island. Kelham is a different beast to the rough industrial suburb we all remember from the 90s.… Continue reading KELHAM ISLAND, BABY
HIT THE NORTH
Last night we said farewell to Waterbeach, after 20 flat years, and headed to Walkley in Sheffield. I’d like to say it was a fond Farewell, but Tier 2 doesn’t allow you to pop in the Sun for a swift 2 pints, so the Chung Wa had to do. Britain’s finest Chinese. Here’s proof we… Continue reading HIT THE NORTH
TIER 2 – QUACKERS
Here’s the Spoons I promised you earlier. You haven’t been able to sleep with excitement, have you ? St. Ives. Not THAT one. The Cornwall one is out of bounds to Tier 2 scum like me, and as you know anyone leaving their Tier for a lower one for a pint will be turned back… Continue reading TIER 2 – QUACKERS
A WEEK IN TIER 2
It’s a week since pubs re-opened in Tiers 1 and 2, presumably a Wetherspoons in Gorleston was first because the sun rises in the west. As BRAPA was crying about the other day, pub-going in Tier 2, which as you’ll know constitutes the parts of the UK that can behave themselves, isn’t REALLY pub-going. You… Continue reading A WEEK IN TIER 2
CELEBRATING MAY PARSONS, FROM THE PHILIPPINES TO COVENTRY
What a day. It takes a lot to bring a tear to the eye of cynical old retiredmartin. David Cameron resigning, Noel Edmonds’ Christmas Presents (Hollies episode), the Maria McKee comeback this year. But I’ll confess I wept a bit at 6.31am this morning as Matron May Parsons, originally from the Phillipines, gave the first… Continue reading CELEBRATING MAY PARSONS, FROM THE PHILIPPINES TO COVENTRY
“IS A SOUP SUFFICIENT ?” – PUBGOING IN TIER 2
Some thoughts on Gordons; Great Gordons (Warning : Saville at the start) Bad Gordons (Warning : Possibly the worst song you’ll ever hear) Run-of-the-mill Gordons Yes, another Peterborough edge-of-town dining pub. I spoil you, I really do. At 2.30pm I seem to be the only customer, the school children having finished their pints of Stella… Continue reading “IS A SOUP SUFFICIENT ?” – PUBGOING IN TIER 2
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