What with my little brother?
Sure he was smaller than me.
Iām from Rotherham originally, next to Sheffield both shit holes but the nicest of people
Didnt realise there were so many on TAN from this side of Yorkshire.
Iāve never lived in Sheffield, but my Mum and brother are here, so Iāve visited a lot. The cityās not beautiful, but there are some nice corners and itās easy to get out to the Peak District.
The people are great in my experience.
I donāt mind Sheffield, York is the crown of Yorkshire cities mind. I spent a lot of time in Leeds due to having two exes from there and I do like it there.
My mum loved York!
Bettyās Tea Rooms no doubt.
I still havenāt heard anything and you may well be right. The bag and the contents would have been thrown away by now. It is what it is . At least it wasnāt snatched out my hand.
Thanks everyone for your concern.
Looking forward to the footie next weekend.
Tea as well.
The Yorkshire Dales, Moors and Peak district are beautiful with some exquisite little towns and lovely country pubs.
I do miss the English pubs especially in the quaint villages.
I just remembered watching IT 2 the horror movie in York in a cinema by the riverside some years ago
As I get older, I find I like cleaning more and more. I just back from a wee vacation a couple days ago and Iāve been a cleaning machine; Iāve been cleaning corners of my apartment that havenāt been cleaned since Di booked it.
I decide what Iām going to clean, then I throw on a record, then I clean, then I have a nice whiskey and admire whatever I cleaned. The trouble is, Iām running out of things to clean, and my instinct is to start fixing things, to go the DIY route (that is, fixing things that worked perfectly well until my ostensibly dainty wife just went around and fucked them up for absolutely no reason) but Iām pretty sure if you really commit to that route, you also have to start watching Clarksonās Farm and eating Spam sandwiches and calling the French gays. And Iām not ready for that.
⦠and itās just the first international break of the season. Sit down and listen to the music.
Gay.
Very and surrounded by French listening to Julien DorĆŖ.
As you may recall, my whippet, Sam, died just after Christmas. Well now we have a new addition to the household:
According to his documentation he is Herr G Glitzerflitzer, but we are going to call him George. Oddly enough, having had many greyhound adjacent dogs over the years (whippets, lurchers, nondescript pointy things) I finally have one that is actually grey.
Beautiful animal.
I much prefer GlitzerFitzer.
Looks red to me Red.
I still have to do the football indoctrination. His nearest club of birth is Dortmund, so conversion to the reds shouldnāt be too hard.