No, not the Red Stripe. That’s craft lager. These posts are falling into a predictable pattern; Go for an energetic walk, take pics of crumbling industry and dubious street art, note a permanently closed shop with tiling porn, make a mental note to revisit a pub serving John Smiths, and buy some take-out in a… Continue reading CAN OF WHUP ASS
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A WADSLEY WOBBLE
Another solo Sheffield suburb saunter for you, as I explore the villages that Mrs RM won’t (till she’s finished constructing IKEA wardobes). Wadsley is a couple of miles north-west of me, an ideal place to park when visiting Hillsborough if fans are ever allowed back in games to revive half-and-half scarf sales. As you see… Continue reading A WADSLEY WOBBLE
COBWEB BRIDGE
Great news this morning about the Oxford/Astra Zeneca Vaccine. Hopefully by the time it reaches me it’ll be available in the form of a murky DIPA produced in Neepsend. My parents get their second Pfizer shot this Sunday so they’ll soon be able to return to their hedonistic lifestyle; staying at home, pottering about in… Continue reading COBWEB BRIDGE
INTO THE VALLEY (OF CLOSED PUBS)
It’s been snowing. Obviously as a reformed Southerner I’ve never seen snow before. Wonderful Walkley Facebook group is in meltdown (as it were) as buses have got stuck at bottom o’ th’ hill and Walkley-ites will be late for their Feng Shui and Vegan Needlecraft classes. With nowhere to go, I’m happy to be using… Continue reading INTO THE VALLEY (OF CLOSED PUBS)
A PITSMOOR PERAMBULATION
Another break from the 2020 Review before we reach September, which for me could be renamed “Dorset”. I’ve got plenty more urban walks and closed pubs from Tier 3 Hell to bring you, though whether there’s enough suburbs of Barnsley and Mexborough to string out this blog till we’re all vaccinated is quite another matter.… Continue reading A PITSMOOR PERAMBULATION
SUNSET OVER KELHAM ISLAND
You left me on the edge of Wicker, attempting to keep up with Mrs RM, an event that only happens when a) I stop to take photos of pub tiling or b) Mrs RM needs a loo stop. Apart from the Asian takeaways and barbershops it was pretty dead. But there’s always a reassuring glow… Continue reading SUNSET OVER KELHAM ISLAND
CHRISTMAS DAY – BASS HUNTING IN BURNGREAVE
What did you do on Christmas Day ? Because it’s just another day in our (new) house, I wrote blogs, visited blogs, and ensured there was enough beer for Dasher, Comet and Baa Baa Toure. The pint glasses contain Kelham Island’s Pale Rider and Knight Rider, take-out from the Fat Cat. CAMRA will be delighted… Continue reading CHRISTMAS DAY – BASS HUNTING IN BURNGREAVE
THE MYSTERIOUS MALIN BRIDGE
With Sheffield holding resolutely in Tier 3, just as Cambridge slides into the darkness of Tier 4 (where you can’t even LOOK at pubs), I can still bring you reports on my urban walks until pubs return. This one takes you down to the Rivelin Valley and back via the mysterious Malin Bridge, the end… Continue reading THE MYSTERIOUS MALIN BRIDGE
IN SEARCH OF BRUTAL SHEFFIELD
Yesterday’s birthday (22/12) wasn’t the greatest ever. But it did end with a Doom Bar in a Bass glass and crispy beef, so I’ve had worse. I’m taking notes on all the Sheffield Chinese takeaways, of course. NCTSS 3.5, good but no Chung Hwa. Thank you for your helpful advice on keg care. Sadly, Mrs… Continue reading IN SEARCH OF BRUTAL SHEFFIELD
SALVAGING A BIRTHDAY IN 2020
I know you’re desperate to read about my birthday (22/12, listed in all good 2021 diaries). 2020 was always going to struggle against recent birthdays in Morocco, Havana, Barrow and New Brighton. But the sun rose, marking 56 years on earth. I always say if I reach 62 I’ll finish the GBG and emulate Duncan.… Continue reading SALVAGING A BIRTHDAY IN 2020
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