November 2, 2008
Another train journey - usually the perfect excuse to write but tonight is proving difficult. I feel cramped in this space. Nostalgic for Sheffield today: Sliding down Springvale Road in winter - Ice underfoot and snow all around. Watching taxis and drunks struggling up the hills, skidding and falling respectively. Numb fingers, pinched ears and sore noses. Mojitos in Muse; San Miguel in Cubana’s; hummus in the Showroom and countless Leffe in the interval. Another lock-in in the Cobden View watching the pub hound sleeping by the fire. Running home at 3 o’clock in the morning. All a life-time ago.