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
Tag: Sheffield
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
“Are there many pubs near you, then ?”
This blogpost may be useful to the many millions of Londoners currently fleeing for the safe harbours of The North. I was one of you once. “Pray God to survive one more weekAh, but are they happy?You’d be surprised… between the bed and the booze and the shoesThey suffer least who suffer what they choose“… Continue reading “Are there many pubs near you, then ?”
“GO FOR IT !” – MRS RM GETS THE 10%
Slightly out of sequence, but I know you’re desperate to see Mrs RM’s birthday drink, and this post gives me a chance to show you how close I am to Crookes, which is as close as Sheffield gets to Islington (bound to upset someone, that comparison). 18 minutes uphill from the Blind Monkey (our local,… Continue reading “GO FOR IT !” – MRS RM GETS THE 10%
HOT YOGA, HI-CAPS, HUSBAND DRAGGED ROUND CARPET SHOP
It’s Mrs RM’s birthday today (don’t ask, it’s rude) and I’ve arranged a nice sunrise for her, best seen from the kitchen window. Life is good, even in Tier 3, he says through gritted teeth. Well into our first week as Northerners, and I still haven’t opened the door to the garden, which was full… Continue reading HOT YOGA, HI-CAPS, HUSBAND DRAGGED ROUND CARPET SHOP
A PEEP INTO NEEPSEND
“Banning Christmas would be inhuman” says the Prime Minister today, proving himself out of touch with a nation only bothered about how I’M getting a pint on my birthday (22 December). If anyone wants to interview me in a pub for an imaginary job on the 22nd to exploit the “Business Usage” loophole I’m happy… Continue reading A PEEP INTO NEEPSEND
THE CLOSED PUB TILING PORN TRAIL
Days in Sheffield – Four. Pubs visited – Zero. This isn’t going well, is it ? Sourdough – 0.5 of a loaf (Aldi). Arguments about wallpaper – Zero. Calories walked off – 2,672. Mostly walking UP the hill from the A61 to our humble abode a minute from the Blind Monkey. Mrs RM STILL hasn’t… Continue reading THE CLOSED PUB TILING PORN TRAIL
DO THE PONDEROSA
The sun has finally decided to shine on the righteous again, and caught up with me in Sheffield yesterday, after a rainy Sunday. Suddenly, with blue skies, steep hills, and pubs potentially open before Christmas 2021 I feel my Northern retirement decision vindicated. While Mrs RM stripped wallpaper and installed white goods, I took a… Continue reading DO THE PONDEROSA
A SOURDOUGH SEARCH IN S6
I finished unpacking Mrs RM’s shoes, shelves and Sonos boxes (no idea) last night and took the rental van back to Enterprise this morning. Doing your own removals can save hundreds of pounds, and will only reduce life expectancy by the 18.7 years you didn’t want anyway. The 41 30 minute walk back along the… Continue reading A SOURDOUGH SEARCH IN S6
