November 2025. Antifascist Walkley. Sheffield. Back from London to Cambridge (eventually, someone pulled the emergency cord at Stevenage), then a slight return to Sheffield for a couple of nights before bringing Mrs RM down to Kent and the in-laws. It never stops. Mrs RM had her haircut, presumably especially for the opera we’ve just been… Continue reading WOBBLY DAGGER REVISITED
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THE VIEW FROM THE BLAKE
October 2025. Sheffield. It’s approaching five years since we escaped Cambridgeshire for The North, only to spend every week since driving back. That first six months in Lockdown Sheffield was spent gazing longingly at the Blake and Blind Monkey, impatient for their reopening. In 2020 the Blake was as famous as the Tap and the … Continue reading THE VIEW FROM THE BLAKE
ANOTHER FAILURE TO FIND A DUFF PINT IN THE KELHAM ISLAND TAVERN
July 2025. Sheffield. At the Great British Beer Festival* yesterday I had to confess to living on the edge of Kelham Island but not visiting its pubs every day. In truth, I seem to make it to the Kelham Island Tavern, perennial Pub of the Year, barely biannually. And on one of these trips I’m… Continue reading ANOTHER FAILURE TO FIND A DUFF PINT IN THE KELHAM ISLAND TAVERN
STANNINGTON AT A STANDSTILL
July 2025. Stannington. Sheffield. Right, let’s finish the Sheffield suburb of Stannington so I never have to go there again. Actually, it’s a pleasant little place, proper church, edge of the Peak, two Co-ops, three pubs. but you won’t believe it has a population of 18,607, which is bigger than Devizes (and Marple). Pub 3… Continue reading STANNINGTON AT A STANDSTILL
SUNDAY NIGHT IS QUIZ NIGHT AT SHEFFIELD’S TWO & SIX
June 2025. Sheffield. By Sunday night I’d had two (2) days to recover from the excesses of That Derby, and suddenly realised I had 10,000 more steps to walk. Sunday night in a Sheffield pub, then. The city centre has been improving rapidly since Mrs RM and I arrived to gentrify the place in 2020,… Continue reading SUNDAY NIGHT IS QUIZ NIGHT AT SHEFFIELD’S TWO & SIX
£3.50 PINTS AT THE BROTHERS ARMS
May 2025. Sheffield. “Let’s take a random trip on t’ tram” I said to Mrs RM on a rare Saturday At Home. The first tram from Cathedral said “Herdings Park“, so we jumped on that to the end of the line. It’s a park, and housing estate 20 minutes south-east of town, with a remarkable… Continue reading £3.50 PINTS AT THE BROTHERS ARMS
THE HEAD ON THE BEER
May (at last !) 2025. Sheffield. I read that the average Briton walks between 3,000 and 4,000 steps a day, a paltry amount. I did more than that aged nine walking to school along the A10. 15-20k is my target, and though things slipped a bit these last 3 years spending time with ill parents… Continue reading THE HEAD ON THE BEER
BASS. ALMOST AS FASHIONABLE AS PABST BLUE RIBBON
April 2025 (last post in April !). Sheffield. Having just had a bottle of non-alcoholic German wheat beer as a social experiment, I had 15 minutes trudge back to Mrs RM via Kelham Island. 5 minutes brought me to Alder, and you know what’s there. Yes, yes, Pabst Blue Ribbon, which the UK just promised… Continue reading BASS. ALMOST AS FASHIONABLE AS PABST BLUE RIBBON
A GOOD FRIDAY FOR SHEFFIELD BASS FANS
April 2025. Sheffield. A Good Friday 10,000 steps around Kelham but definitely not a pub, oh no. Hang on that’s Ireland that’s dry today (once arrived in Kilkenny on that day, not fun). Oh, hang on, Alder, haven’t been there for ages. A whole year, in fact; I was bemoaning the loss of the keg… Continue reading A GOOD FRIDAY FOR SHEFFIELD BASS FANS
OH, GO ON, THEN…
April 2025. Sheffield. After the Raven, it becomes difficult contemplating not stopping in the Blind Monkey on the arduous 5 minute slog back to Retired Martin Towers, particularly when Mrs RM weighs up the relative appeal of a third reheating of Tuesday’s veg stew against the Monkey’s artisanal pizza. And as CAMRA life members (“leeches”),… Continue reading OH, GO ON, THEN…
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