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Ssb - notes on a steel city
I'm in Sheffield for a few days for reasons that need not detain us here.
Like any self-respecting snooker fan, I went to the Crucible yesterday. Except, it's like a mausoleum: wrapped in tarpaulin and covered in scaffolding.
This is all part of the ongoing renovation of the iconic venue but it was still odd to witness.
Far more seriously, Vijay's Indian restaurant up by the Grosvenor Hotel has shut down. For as long as I can remember, this was the traditional venue of choice for an eve of tournament nosh-up for journalists and officials relishing the 17 days of lunacy to come.
But no longer.
I can't help thinking that this is a metaphor for something.
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Like any self-respecting snooker fan, I went to the Crucible yesterday. Except, it's like a mausoleum: wrapped in tarpaulin and covered in scaffolding.
This is all part of the ongoing renovation of the iconic venue but it was still odd to witness.
Far more seriously, Vijay's Indian restaurant up by the Grosvenor Hotel has shut down. For as long as I can remember, this was the traditional venue of choice for an eve of tournament nosh-up for journalists and officials relishing the 17 days of lunacy to come.
But no longer.
I can't help thinking that this is a metaphor for something.
More...