The Yorkshire office of Boggartblog went out for its Christmas lunch today.
A spot of shopping then off to Cafe Rouge for a nice bit of Steak et Frites.

Dropped BBC somewhere round the back of Eccleshall Road so he could go and meet his bit of totty. He left us with the directions, "Head for the flats and you will come to Waitrose, then you'll know where you are."

Fair enough, headed for the flats, "Oh look, there's Waitrose." Indicator on, turn, "What the fuck am I doing, I don't want to go to Waitrose."

So we turned round and headed out of the car park, which tips you onto a short piece of road and then you come to a junction with a main road.

Stop at the lights, look up, there's a large red brick building opposit-ish, a place of learning perhaps, with a poem on the wall, don't ask, it's something they do in Sheffield, there's one on the side of Hallam Poly, sorry, University, just as you are heading up into town from the station.

"In this place the future is being forged,
Or perhaps Jez is getting trashed on cider..." I read out.

SezJez's mouth drops open in shock!
How dare they? Who told them? Had there been a poetry writing competition won by somebody, probably the headmistress, of Jez's former school?
Anyway it was vodka not cider, she is quick to point out.

But now all of Sheffield knows. You can't keep anything quiet these days!