I’m determined to keep this blog a positive, politic-free safe space for the Pollyannas amongst us. But I fear that Monday may test my patience; Aaaagh.., as they say in Sheffield, which has its own take on The Scream. Anyway, I’ll leave the Covid commentary to Mudgie, the Tand and Kentish Paul, and tell you… Continue reading WHEN EVEN THE TRIP TO THE DENTIST IS A TREAT
Tag: Sheffield
ABBEYDALE ROAD
Another shopping expedition to Meersbrook, another Click-and-Collect at Homebase, another mysterious “drill bit” added to Mrs RM’s burgeoning collection. She’s going to chop me up and bury me in the little wood shed in the garden, you know. Homebase had my packages ready; Mrs RM has reached “favoured customer” status already. On the return I… Continue reading ABBEYDALE ROAD
OUR COW MOLLY
I’ve been having weird dreams, just like in the Number 8 smash by Old Mudgie’s favourite sisters. My hair will soon be that long, despite having a son who’s a barber. Most of these dreams involve me working in an office (aaagh !), but the other night I rejoined the United Nations. Was this the… Continue reading OUR COW MOLLY
CHIPPY HUNTING IN ECCLESFIELD
Fish and chips are essential. Apparently. The sun on your face and the first bloom of Spring is even more vital. It felt like a minor rebirth as we strolled round the ancient village of Ecclesfield, just north of the Northern General and south of the birthplace of those Arctic Monkeys, whose most famous track… Continue reading CHIPPY HUNTING IN ECCLESFIELD
FORGED IN STEEL
Dave will be bleating if I don’t get a new post out today (the Stocksbridge one “dropped” (ugh) at about 7 minutes to midnight last night); so what better for Valentines Day than the giant Sheffield Forgemasters building that dominates the approach to IKEA on the majestic A6178. Yes, another trip to the edge of… Continue reading FORGED IN STEEL
STOICAL IN STOCKSBRIDGE
A bit more exploration of northern Sheffield, as we head to Surprising Stocksbridge. Yes, a bit further than I expected; I thought it was just north of Hillsborough beyond the picturesque villages of Oughtibridge and Grenoside, but as the A61 became a bit, empty, I wondered if I was pushing my luck. Luckily, I was… Continue reading STOICAL IN STOCKSBRIDGE
ART FOR ART’S SAKE
It’s turned bitterly cold here in t’north, so my daily walks need some fortifying Breakfast Stout before I set out. Whatever happened to the plain old un-twisted award-winning Breakfast Stout we know and love ? Why is there an obsession with changing things that work ? I blame CAMRA. Just a short walk round the… Continue reading ART FOR ART’S SAKE
GHOST SIGNS, REAL BEER
Apart from walking hills with your whippet, the top semi-legal activity in Sheffield is visiting ghost signs. This one in Kelham seems to be for Lilliput Wives, which were only outlawed in 1973. No relation to Lilliput Wives at all, Mrs RM despatched me to Homebase just south of the city to collect something called… Continue reading GHOST SIGNS, REAL BEER
A TRIP TO WILKO
Mrs RM has reached the conservatory with her scary wallpaper stripper. You don’t want that machine anywhere near your genitals, that’s for sure, particularly when there’s no chocolate in the house. So I braved the snow, and headed into town for an “essential purchase” from Wilko. Can you guess what it was ? I tend… Continue reading A TRIP TO WILKO
SHOPPING
Yes, the only legal way to leave your house is for “exercise” and “essential shopping“. Mrs RM has a more generous definition of “essential” than me. While the bulk of our food comes from the Iceland delivery man each Sunday (saving me mixing with the virus in Asda) we get to click-and-collect our bits of… Continue reading SHOPPING
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