Apologies to subscribers for the lack of a post yesterday. I’m currently in a field, in Wiltshire, like in the Pulp song. No e’s and whizz or WiFi. Except in the craft bar with it’s £7.50 pints from Lost and Grounded. Cunning, eh? A last pre-End of the Road pint with Will, who is a… Continue reading “When you were sweet 16”
Tag: Sheffield
HILLSBOROUGH – DINOSAURS, ROGER WHITTAKER AND WAINWRIGHT
August 2024. Sheffield. “Fancy a walk Mrs RM ?”. She’s currently obsessed with her Instagram (“Oooh, nearly 2,000 views on Ramsgate !“) but it’s distracting her from her blog and, more importantly, actually getting to Moldova to complete Europe. I picked a stroll that would tick the 10k (steps) box, give her an Instagram reel… Continue reading HILLSBOROUGH – DINOSAURS, ROGER WHITTAKER AND WAINWRIGHT
MASTERS OF CASK
June 2024. Sheffield. How was your election evening ? This was the scene in Sheffield at 10pm; Over-analyse that ! A week ago the election coverage was in overdrive in my last pub of the month, as I left the Cow and Calf suddenly incredibly hungry. By a stroke of luck, a Sheffield dining pub… Continue reading MASTERS OF CASK
THE COW AND CALF LIVES !
June 2024. Grenoside. In 1998 I stopped at the Cow & Calf on the way to see Cambridge United nick a famous 1-0 win at Hillsborough, and introduced old schoolmate Sean to the joys of Sam Smiths. (Pure Lager, but never mind). 20 odd years later, the Cow & Calf failed to supply Sir Humphrey’s… Continue reading THE COW AND CALF LIVES !
FAREWELL, LIZ. HEADLESS IN THE HARLEQUIN.
May 2024. Sheffield. I do try to get round the Sheffield GBG entries if I can, and I always feel I never do the Harlequin justice, tucked away toward the Wicker (top right below), just off the main Kelham Island run next to Aizlewood’s Mill and the New Testament Church of God, rather than the… Continue reading FAREWELL, LIZ. HEADLESS IN THE HARLEQUIN.
WALKLEY’S EMBARASSMENT OF RICHES
May 2024. Walkley. Sheffield. It really is a mixed blessing living in Walkley; the lure of Kelham Island 10 minutes walk away and four Guide-worthy pubs on my doorstep. The Blake Hotel you know, the Blind Monkey has been swapping places with the Raven of late, and the “village” beer shop has just had one… Continue reading WALKLEY’S EMBARASSMENT OF RICHES
AVOIDING THE CUP FINAL
May 2024. Sheffield. Where are we now ? May 27th. Only five more posts and I’m up-to-date and we’ll get back to “Half a dozen pubs in every GBG county” and I know you can’t to see my Argyll picks. I know I should really be ploughing round the country like BRAPA, ticking the 300-odd… Continue reading AVOIDING THE CUP FINAL
THE WASHINGTON
May 2024. Sheffield. And just like that, 2 pints becomes 3 as I leave Duncan outside Triple Point and return to a Sheffield absolutely bouncing on a Friday night. The only thing the city really lacks is a consistent small venue music scene to match Manchester and Leeds, but you’ll always get some enthusiastic youngsters… Continue reading THE WASHINGTON
BACK TO BLAKE
April (still !) 2024. Sheffield. One of the great lines, from one of the great songs, from one of the great bands; “And as her kissing got worseoh, her paintings improvedbut what does that prove?It proves nothing“ Well, as my GBG ticking gets worse, so my pubbing improves, and back in Sheffield I decided I… Continue reading BACK TO BLAKE
SPOONS LIFE, WOODSEATS PALACE
April 2024. Woodseats. Sheffield. Usual pattern; couple of nights in Waterbeach to start the week, then back “home” to Sheffield to forlornly try to get the laundry dry. Though, as Angela Rayner is finding out today, is “home” actually home if the neighbours say you’re never there and the grass is too long. We helped… Continue reading SPOONS LIFE, WOODSEATS PALACE
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