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 ?”
Tag: Sheffield
“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
HIT THE NORTH
Last night we said farewell to Waterbeach, after 20 flat years, and headed to Walkley in Sheffield. I’d like to say it was a fond Farewell, but Tier 2 doesn’t allow you to pop in the Sun for a swift 2 pints, so the Chung Wa had to do. Britain’s finest Chinese. Here’s proof we… Continue reading HIT THE NORTH
WICKER MEN
Off to Sheffield this morning to deposit Mrs RM’s wardrobe into a storage unit in Hillsborough ahead of a house move I’ll only wrote about if it happens. “Why are you taking photos of Big Yellow Self Storage” said James, who has never had the responsibility of a blog with 92 views from Hungary in… Continue reading WICKER MEN
BLIND MONKEY
After concluding our house viewing Mrs RM, exhausted by questions about gnomes, grommets and gas cookers, said, “I need a pint“. You can tell who was driving. The Blind Monkey (ex-Firwood Cottage) only re-opened in 2018 so hasn’t graced the GBG yet. Perhaps it never will, as Don McLean sang. Worryingly, it’s owned by Speakeasy… Continue reading BLIND MONKEY
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