I was woken at 6.30 this morning by a sharp nudge in the ribs (steady, Russ). “You need to go and do a big shop. But get me a coffee first“. Yes, Mrs RM has fallen for the hysteria sweeping the nation following the French blockade. I can confidently say that the last French item… Continue reading PANIC BUYING IN THE MORRISONS BEER AISLE
2020 IN REVIEW – JANUARY
I’ve got exciting things to write about. A trip to the tip in north Sheffield, panic beer buying in Morrisons, closed Wetherspoons in Hillsborough. Bet you can’t wait. But we’ve reached the stage of the year where I’m so desperate for blog views I trawl through the blog for those “Best of the year” features… Continue reading 2020 IN REVIEW – JANUARY
PLANNING MY BIRTHDAY (22/12)
After yesterday’s announcement I know you’re all worrying about the big day. What WILL I be able to do on my 56th birthday on Tuesday (22nd December). I don’t know. One thing is certain; it won’t be as good as last year. Johnny Mathis brought a tear to my eye after a wonderful night on… Continue reading PLANNING MY BIRTHDAY (22/12)
“Are there many pubs near you, then ?”
This blogpost may be useful to the many millions of Londoners currently fleeing for the safe harbours of The North. I was one of you once. “Pray God to survive one more weekAh, but are they happy?You’d be surprised… between the bed and the booze and the shoesThey suffer least who suffer what they choose“… Continue reading “Are there many pubs near you, then ?”
“Full disclaimer… I HAVE lost one of your presents”
I’m a bit worried Mrs RM has started reading this blog. “You need to say I didn’t FORCE you to look at carpets with me” she said today. “You didn’t force me” I meekly replied. Then she forced me to look at carpets with her. Again. Is this what Tier 5 looks like ? “Yes,… Continue reading “Full disclaimer… I HAVE lost one of your presents”
ARTISANAL IN S6
Mrs RM has joined the Wonderful Walkley Facebook page. Not much about pubs on it, so far. Not even many reminiscences about The Rose House, the only pub on South Street, Walkley’s main drag. I can’t wait to get in here and see whether they’ve got Bass on (SPOILER : **) With the Rose, and… Continue reading ARTISANAL IN S6
SO, HOW’S YOUR BLACK EYE FRIDAY ?
‘Twas the Friday night before Christmas, and all across the land lads and lasses donned Father Christmas hats and drank 8 pints of Bass Carling WKD in the nearest pub after their jovial boss, probably called Martin, sent them home after lunch. Well, no, of course they didn’t. There are no pubs, Proper pubs anyway,… Continue reading SO, HOW’S YOUR BLACK EYE FRIDAY ?
LEAVING TIER 3
Clickbait, of course. There IS no possibility of leaving Tier 3. Sorry, BeerMat, Wickingman, Old Mudgie et al. But I had to return home to Waterbeach to collect some more of Mrs RM’s shoes and power tools this week, which I guess means I was in Tier 2.5 for a day. I took the train,… Continue reading LEAVING TIER 3
“GO FOR IT !” – MRS RM GETS THE 10%
Slightly out of sequence, but I know you’re desperate to see Mrs RM’s birthday drink, and this post gives me a chance to show you how close I am to Crookes, which is as close as Sheffield gets to Islington (bound to upset someone, that comparison). 18 minutes uphill from the Blind Monkey (our local,… Continue reading “GO FOR IT !” – MRS RM GETS THE 10%
HOT YOGA, HI-CAPS, HUSBAND DRAGGED ROUND CARPET SHOP
It’s Mrs RM’s birthday today (don’t ask, it’s rude) and I’ve arranged a nice sunrise for her, best seen from the kitchen window. Life is good, even in Tier 3, he says through gritted teeth. Well into our first week as Northerners, and I still haven’t opened the door to the garden, which was full… Continue reading HOT YOGA, HI-CAPS, HUSBAND DRAGGED ROUND CARPET SHOP
