At 56 (I know, you’re shocked), you shouldn’t really run for your train after five pints. Equally, after five pints in 3.5 hours you should really call it a day and be grateful that the water features at Sheffield Station are still turned off as they spread Covid. But I’d been made aware that the… Continue reading STALKING BRAPA
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SHIPPING CONTAINER CHIC
Both our lads came over to Sheffield on Friday night. We’re seeing more of them both than we have for years, which is nice, but a bit surprising. It must be because they’re hungry. Mrs RM was keen to show off her considerable cooking skills, but the lads were keener to revive the local economy… Continue reading SHIPPING CONTAINER CHIC
THE BLAKE
A quick pint on the way into town. It is possible, sort of. The walk down through Ruskin Park from the Blind Monkey to the Blake Hotel ought to be immortalised in song by Van Morrison but he’s too busy wittering on about lockdown these days. ALL THE PUBS IN SHEFFIELD ON FOOT No. 15… Continue reading THE BLAKE
PREPARING TO VOTE
I mentioned earlier about the challenges of settling into Sheffield during Lockdown, and how we’ll need pubs and gigs and football before we’ll really feel like it’s home. But meeting the lovely Sheffield Hatter and Co. (milliners of distinction) on his home turf has made us more at home, and I feel like I personally… Continue reading PREPARING TO VOTE
3 HOURS IN THE FAT CAT
The prescribed time in a UK pub is 27 minutes. It used to be 27.5, but we are in a pandemic and have to take appropriate precautions to minimise infection risk. Of course, table service (boo !!) only increases the time we spend in a pub. I spent exactly 3 hours at (if not in)… Continue reading 3 HOURS IN THE FAT CAT
SAVING SHEFFIELD SPOONS
Onto Tuesday morning, I think. At least it was THIS Tuesday. Anyway, it’s a day with a “y” in it and the house looks like THIS, and I need to get somewhere uncluttered and clean and loveable. Like a Spoons. The Francis Newton was heaving on the Glorious 12th, the largest Spoons garden in town… Continue reading SAVING SHEFFIELD SPOONS
DRINKING IN THE RAIN
Back to this week’s pubs and, at last, the Blind Monkey, technically HOME on my maps. Here’s a video of my epic WALK TO EVERY PUB IN SHEFFIELD No. 12 – Blind Monkey Exactly 60 seconds. Told ya. It was Bank Holiday Monday, and despite my presence IT WAS POURING. Just as well Mrs RM… Continue reading DRINKING IN THE RAIN
BARGAINS
I somehow managed 3 pub-less days last week, which means I let pubs die. But with the plasterers in the house, Mrs RM and I needed to get out by the Wednesday. So we wandered down to central Hillsborough, celebrating both the line-up for Tramlines in the local park and the continued capitulation of “Wayne… Continue reading BARGAINS
AN UNWISE PLUM PORTER AT THE SHEFFIELD TAP
That’s the problem with station bars. They’re the first thing you see when you get off the train after a session. And can you really walk past a pub that has a spare table at the moment if #YouLovePubs ? ALL THE PUBS IN SHEFFIELD ON FOOT No. 9 – The Sheffield Tap Why is… Continue reading AN UNWISE PLUM PORTER AT THE SHEFFIELD TAP
“Listen to your wife”
Mrs RM really is an extraordinary human being. Just being able to make it back up Whitehouse hill deserves an award, but she’s also just alerted me to this post tonight on Wonderful Walkley; Sadly, I’d just come back from that recycling centre and not seen anything except a huge pile of cardboard that the… Continue reading “Listen to your wife”
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