Had a trip down memory lane yesterday returning to my old stomping ground of learning ( joke ..the words ‘enough’ and ‘just’ ,spring to mind ) , Sheffield .
I went there by default ..was meant to be going to Bristol , got crap A level results ,went through clearing and went to Sheffield Poly .
At first I found the city an enigma .No underground system ,it rained every day and I could see cows out of my window . I cried ,I was sad and so I phoned Grandma .As you can imagine , she was totally unsympathetic and told me to get on with it and she’d see me at Christmas – if I’d left enough money to pay the fare home !
Then I grew to love it … the friendly people, my mates, the pubs, the city , the markets ( esp the deformed chicken stall ) the buses that ran every minute and cost about 5p , the snow – the city ,like Rome ,is built on 7 hills and so when it snows everything comes to s halt , the Peak District , the walks ,the climbs , the music..it was fantastic .
So yesterday ,I went back .
My dear friend,Ian, met me at the station and he drove me round everywhere. Our old Hall of residence at Totley – un recognisable ..probably because it has been bulldozed down and turned into a housing estate .The chippy ..now an organic artisan (ie expensive) bakery .Psalter lane Art College ,where I spent my fourth year hanging out with the members of Human League ,Cabaret Voltaire and Throbbing Gristle ( actually I just spotted them the other side of the canteen ) , also flattened and now a block of flats .
But the good old Barrel at Bretton is still standing .So we had a fabulous lunch at the top of one of the highest peaks and looking down over the village of Eyam and the most magnificent, rugged view