Last weekend I boarded a train and headed North for my friend Bethan's birthday party. The dress code was strictly childish: we wore onesies, blew bubbles and showered the birthday girl in party popper streamers.
On the Sunday, bleary and a little worse for wear, we made our pilgrimage to Bungalows and Bears for the obligatory Sunday roast. I dithered, asked Twitter, then plumped for the veggie roast: sweet potato, cashew and cheddar bake. I assure you, it rivals the meat options.
|Bungalows and Bears|
|View of Sheffield from the University Arts Tower|
|Photo by Jo.|
That evening, I headed off to the O2 Academy to see Squeeze. I was the youngest person there by about thirty years and maybe the only one on their own, but it was astoundingly good. Glenn Tilbrook's voice hasn't altered one bit over the years and the one hour forty minutes set of perfection was absolutely worth the steep ticket price. My only regret is that I couldn't make it to any more of the dates on the tour.
|Squeeze @ O2 Academy Sheffield|
|Photo by Natalie.|