March 2025. Sheffield. The problem with Sheffield is knowing when to say “that’s enough”, whether it’s Luddite cider or crispy beef. There was never any chance I wasn’t walking from New Barrack to Sang Lung, barely pausing to admire the lamppost art. “Twenty minutes ?” says the new lass in Sang Lung. “That’ll be perfect”… Continue reading NOTES ON QUALITY IN SHEFFIELD. AND CRISPY BEEF
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PUBS ARE LIFE
October 2023 (still, sorry). Hillsborough, Sheffield. Monday morning. I had to go to Morrison’s, can’t remember why. Oh yes, to exchange a tin of decaffeinated coffee I’d bought by accident. Have you ever tried decaffeinated coffee ? Some Japanese visitors were taking photos of the trees, so I did the same. Ain’t Autumn Awesome ?… Continue reading PUBS ARE LIFE
MURKY MARVELS AT HILLSBOROUGH INTERCHANGE
July 2023. Hillsborough. Sheffield. Music lovers descend on Hillsborough today for the annual celebration of mediocrity (sponsored by Brew Dog) that is Tramlines. Mrs RM just asked “Is Sophie Ellis-Bextor on again ?“. (No). Once they’re behind the fences at Hillsborough Park they won’t be allowed out, so no chance to explore the thriving ale… Continue reading MURKY MARVELS AT HILLSBOROUGH INTERCHANGE
APOLOGISING FOR THE IN-LAW WHO ASKS FOR “A NIP”
Bank Holiday Monday May 2023. On the way back from New Mills the Mrs RM clan and myself stopped in Hathersage, the first honeypot village in the Peak leaving Sheffield. All the pub action involved Madri, and we only lingered over an ice cream while being asked whether the animals being led through the High… Continue reading APOLOGISING FOR THE IN-LAW WHO ASKS FOR “A NIP”
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