My first possibility was “The slow, sad decline of midweek drinking“, a rumination on the emptiness of pubs outside the weekend rush (see also: Life After Football). Plenty of pubs round me, of course, and as you’ll know I intend to visit EVERY one of them on foot, even though that’ll muck up my GBG… Continue reading TREATED LIKE ROYALTY IN SUBURBAN SHEFFIELD
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SHEFFIELD – SAVING THE BEST TO LAST
First things first. Sheffield is a wonderful city, even without the pubs. I once walked from Meadowhall to the Rivelin Valley while Mrs RM attempted to find something shiny to buy; you won’t get a better long urban walk anywhere, except possibly along the Water of Leith. I’d be happy to live in Crookes**, but you… Continue reading SHEFFIELD – SAVING THE BEST TO LAST