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
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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…
“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
