I spent New Year’s Eve staring at my blog stats, hoping for a late view from Greenland, to no avail. Mrs RM would (actually) have been in Nuuk in August but her world trip was cancelled due to Covid. I’d popped down to the Wicker in the afternoon for another cask take-out, this time from… Continue reading AT MY WICK(ER’S) END
Tag: Sheffield
IT’S A BREADCAKE !
I know I promised an awards issue but I’m still taking legal advice on one of the winners; sorry if you’ve dressed up especially. Where were we ? Ah, Fagan’s. We headed into town, pausing to admire Tetley and Gilmour’s liveries. Guess which one of these is in the GBG. Tier 3 is no better… Continue reading IT’S A BREADCAKE !
IN SEARCH OF FAGAN’S
I’ve got a 2020 Awards issue to do later (dress up for that), but there’s still plenty of Sheffield material in the bank. One of the key aspects of acclimatisation to a new city is working out where all the pubs are in relations to each other, so you can say “Turn right at The… Continue reading IN SEARCH OF FAGAN’S
CAN OF WHUP ASS
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
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
