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
Tag: Sheffield
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
MORE GRAFFITI/ART/PUB SIGNS
More pictures of urban decay and youthful regeneration for you from the heart of studenty Sheffield. The “iconic” Welcome to Sheffield sign, erected to greet Oliver McBurnie after his transfer from Swansea City, is actually near the Moor Market, home to craft cans and Thai noodles (pic : Rob Lee). The square mile between the… Continue reading MORE GRAFFITI/ART/PUB SIGNS
UP AND ATTERCLIFFE
From Greenland to Attercliffe to complete a magical afternoon. The only things that would have made it better would have been a) A pint in any of the John Smiths pub and/or b) A Lamb Handi curry in one of Attercliffe’s many curry houses. But it was enough, that day, to explore a suburb I’d… Continue reading UP AND ATTERCLIFFE
GREENLAND. AND THE BALL.
Some people dream of a rich and fulfilling life, enriched by career, family, a sense of civic duty and Chinese takeaways. While those ARE important, I just want a blog view from Greenland. I should have been in Nuuk last August on the first part of Mrs RM’s world tour, logging into an internet cafe… Continue reading GREENLAND. AND THE BALL.
THE BOXER
Draught Bass has the best trademark, but John Smiths has the best pub signs. Shame half the Johns pubs in Yorkshire are long closed. From the Westbourn Hotel (oddly marked as Lynn’s cafe on the map) I headed randomly north-eastward in the direction of Darnall. Whatever that is. The voyage of discovery takes you past… Continue reading THE BOXER
FISHING FOR JOHN SMITHS IN WOODBOURNE
It’s snowing again. We MUST be in the North. Luckily for Mrs RM, this will scupper the walk she promised me we’d make today (and the trip to the Dram Off-Licence, hey-ho). Talking of Mrs RM, she’s just invested in a weird world travel map to highlight the places she hasn’t been to yet. Note… Continue reading FISHING FOR JOHN SMITHS IN WOODBOURNE
UP THE SKI SLOPE
A bit of off-piste posting, before I return you to closed John Smiths boozers tomorrow. James and I ended up climbing the abandoned artificial slope at Parkwood Springs more in desperation than plan, having decided it’d be nightfall before we reached Rotherham. The light industrial streets north of the Valley of Beer aren’t the obvious… Continue reading UP THE SKI SLOPE
A STUMBLE IN STANNINGTON
Another ambitious 2 hour walk yesterday, after that first push westward towards the Peak. A grey day, always threatening rain but a day wise enough to hold off till I’d got home. Stannington had been calling me since that first walk up Hagg Hill on New Year’s Day. Down beyond the bubbling streams and sweaty… Continue reading A STUMBLE IN STANNINGTON
