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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“EVERYTHING IS LEGAL IN A DRESSING GOWN”
April 2025. Sheffield. We’ve actually been spending a bit of time at home in Sheffield of late; grief, I even mowed the lawn last month. It’s been worth my while to power up the Naim SBLs and play a bit of music on Tidal, and Mrs RM has turned on the slow cooker. Of course,… Continue reading “EVERYTHING IS LEGAL IN A DRESSING GOWN”
DISAPPEARING PUB LUNCHES IN SHEFFIELD
April 2025. Sheffield. Since returning from Moldova 4 weeks ago I’ve published 65 blog posts, most of those from Wolverhampton. Mrs RM is still working on her first one, she’s Kate Bush to my Mark E Smith. Hers is going to be great, but she needs me to GTFO the house so she can discuss… Continue reading DISAPPEARING PUB LUNCHES IN SHEFFIELD
TOO MUCH MUSTARD ON THE PORK PIE IN THE WONKY LABRADOR
April 2025. Sheffield. Spending an hour, an actual hour, in the Rising Sun did allow me to scour Untappd and What Pub for nearby pre-emptive ticks. That’s both a blessing and a curse of the internet, encouraging that extra exploratory pint half schooner. A couple of years ago in the Boak and Bailey recommended Union… Continue reading TOO MUCH MUSTARD ON THE PORK PIE IN THE WONKY LABRADOR
ALL THE PUBS IN SHEFFIELD ON FOOT No. 382. THE RISING SUN, FULWOOD
April 2025. West Sheffield. The posh bit. I’m getting jealous of other #PubMen reports from trips to Plymouth, and Stafford (watch out Paul, there’s a BRAPA about) and Lucerne, while circumstances keep me closer to home. But the sun has been shining on Wolverhampton, and Bolton, and Sheffield, which looked splendid the other Sunday as… Continue reading ALL THE PUBS IN SHEFFIELD ON FOOT No. 382. THE RISING SUN, FULWOOD
SURPRISING REQUESTS IN THE SHAKESPEARE
April (finally) 2025. Sheffield. Spring has arrived, and Sheffield’s Peace Gardens look lovely just before the start of the End of the World or whatever’s happening this week. The city is (still) going through a construction boom. Historic Fargate has been beautifully tidied up, and there’s some expensive new flats towering over Derek Dooley Expressway… Continue reading SURPRISING REQUESTS IN THE SHAKESPEARE
NOTES ON QUALITY IN SHEFFIELD. AND CRISPY BEEF
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
“Are ya one of them beer tickers?”
March 2025. Sheffield. Back home from foreign fields, a man’s thoughts must inevitably turn to foamy beer in cosy English pubs. Let’s take a hike over the iron bridge to a Kelham gem, except the iron bridge doesn’t go anywhere and the Harlequin is more Wicker than Kelham. I’ve always liked the place, but it… Continue reading “Are ya one of them beer tickers?”
THE WORLD DOMINATION OF TIMOTHY TAYLOR LANDLORD REACHES THE BLIND MONKEY
March 2025. Sheffield. “ONLY an hour (in the Kelham), why for **** sake!!!If the answer’s Christine then I understand.“ Well, sort of. “Unless you have better idea” is Mrs RM code for “TAKE ME OUT NOW !“. I only stopped to take a pic of the daffodils, and the mural outside Tesco, but still made… Continue reading THE WORLD DOMINATION OF TIMOTHY TAYLOR LANDLORD REACHES THE BLIND MONKEY
AN HOUR IN THE KELHAM ISLAND TAVERN
March 2025. Sheffield. Last week on CAMRA Discourse I attempted to inflame a lively debate about reducing the number of Beer Guide entries by declaring that cask beer in GBG pubs was, all things considered, pretty good. “My own experience of visiting over 500 GBG pubs in the last year is that only a tiny… Continue reading AN HOUR IN THE KELHAM ISLAND TAVERN
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