A KIRKSTALL ENCROACHMENT INTO SHEFFIELD

April 2024. Sheffield. I concluded a two hour stroll, through the pub interiors, graveyards and botanical gardens, and cryptic comments, at The York, the smartest pub on Fulwood Road, the “University street”. Or at least that’s how I remember the York from James’s first year in Endcliffe residences, when True North ran a more pubby… Continue reading A KIRKSTALL ENCROACHMENT INTO SHEFFIELD

PUTTING A DAMPER ON FRESHERS WEEK

  I was too dopey to go to University, so I’ve no idea if my Mum and Dad would have visited me (probably by tractor) a week after I moved into Fresher’s accommodation. Mrs RM and I haven’t actually broken down in tears, as is the fashion among the middle classes when their children leave home,.… Continue reading PUTTING A DAMPER ON FRESHERS WEEK