City of steel
I’ve had another great weekend in Sheffield, seeing people that I don’t see often enough and enjoying the (largely) slower pace of life. Having said that, given that my weekends in London often consist of me spending hours reading web-comics, drinking lots of Pepsi Max and replying to emails it’s not like my time away from work is usually too frenetic. Still, driving through the countryside to have lunch with my parents and sisters reminded me how lucky I was to live with the Peak District on my doorstep for fifteen years.
It was great to catch up with my friend Andrew on Friday. He, like me, is currently enjoying the delights of a tiny market town (Boston in his case, Northallerton in mine). We compared notes (Northallerton wins for curry houses but Boston has a cinema) and I even lifted my informal no alcohol policy of the past few months to enjoy a few pints of Black Sheep and Landlord. Andrew has had his first week on wards as a trainee doctor. Apparently it’s not very much like hit TV show Scrubs, which I am disappointed about. If anybody is good at fixing things and mopping floors and is looking for a nemesis then let me know.
Saturday was the usual homecoming treat of a meal out at the wonderful San Lorenzo (much busier than usual so we got to see what the upstairs is like) with Stephen, followed by him thrashing me at snooker and pool. We ate jelly beans and discussed economics, music and creativity. I think the seed of an idea for a new project was well and truly sown in my mind. Today I put it to the person who would end up doing the bulk of the work and they had been thinking along the same lines. This could be exciting! More details if/when we get round to doing something.
Anyway, back to Sheffield. There’s something about its size, the people, the locations, the surroundings. A lot of it, to be sure, is familiarity. But I think there’s more to it than that and I think there’s more Sheffield in my future than just the occasional visit.


