Two weeks. 14 more sleeps. The Glorious 12th awaits. The long range weather forecast for Sheffield seems OK. Walkley’s Proper Pub the Rose House is revamping itself, possibly with outdoor karaoke. But Mrs RM is convinced there’ll be a spanner in the works in the next fortnight, and to be fair the 25% week-on-week drop… Continue reading R = 1.001
It’s a year since the pubs closed, as Mudgie reminded us this morning. I’d already called it a day by then, though some made hay on that final Friday before the table service and barbed wire at the bar ruined pub going for ever. Those first days of Lockdown were scary and unsettling, and not… Continue reading WEEPING AT THE BEAUTY OF IT ALL…
Not exactly writer’s block, but there’s a definite lack of compelling material at the moment. If only I could go on holiday like our American readers…. So it’ll be Guess the Pub goes to Grimsby, “Ooh look at the crumbling John Smiths pub“, and my domestic arrangements for a while longer. Speaking of domestics, this… Continue reading LIFE RETURNS… BIT BY BIT
I’m staying well clear of lockdown/ease-up (?) debate. My scientific knowledge stretches to a Grade 4 GCSE Physics, which means I know H20 is a Hall & Oates album. So I’ll leave it to the experts, and hope we know more than we did a year ago about transmission risk. During the summer I managed… Continue reading THE FINAL COUNTDOWN (POSSIBLY)
It’s a busy time in retiredmartin Towers. My first jab yesterday, Mrs RM has hers Thursday (just in time for pub gardens, I reminded her), carpets laid, elder lad moved home last week and started a job today, and younger sun keeping busy till barbers are back on 12 April. If only he lived in… Continue reading WILL BARBERS HEAD TO CHESTER ?
A year ago I had my last pint in a Proper Pub, without check-in, sit down, follow arrows and the horror of table service. Days before I’d been in Milton Keynes Spoons at 10pm, where I sensed we were at the end of “normality”, if normality and Milton Keynes can ever really be used in… Continue reading 15 MARCH 2020 – MY LAST “PROPER” PUB
I’ll leave the analysis of the Prime Minister’s Road Map to the experts, it sounded as depressing as we all expected. AND the Covid cases actually went up from last week. My Pollyanna status is under threat. At least barbers can return on 12 April; perhaps they can cut hair outside in the pub “wine… Continue reading CALL THAT A ROADMAP ?
My blogging ritual can now alternate between earnest assessments of 1980s North Eastern pub guides, virtual crawls round closed pubs via Google Maps, and the highlights of daily Sheffield walks. If we were able to maintain this vaccination rate I’d get my first jab by the end of March. Hopefully in a giant Wetherspoons. We… Continue reading SHEFFIELD SLEEPS
No, it’s not a poll. I’m really not interested in which pub you’re be back in first. Knowing you lot, when you’re allowed back you’ll staying at home watching “Pretty Little Liars” on Netflix in your underpants drinking Caribbean Chocolate Cake Stout (8.8%). This question was posed on Blue Moon, the Manchester City Forum which… Continue reading “What pub are you most looking forward to visiting when the world is back to normal ?”
It’s great to see the vaccine roll-out proceeding at pace. Both our sets of parents will have had both Pfizer jabs by the end of today, allowing them to restart the full range of exciting activities open to octogenarians in Waterbeach and Tunbridge Wells. I haven’t received my Sputnik jab in the post from Sergei… Continue reading MY LAST PINT