My 86 year old friend Bert has become quite unsteady on his feet. He calls it feeling "wobbly". Consequently, he has lost some of his old confidence and he hasn't been in our local pub since before Christmas. It's a long walk for him and the possibility of falling down is very real. In the middle of last month I telephoned him and we went out for a midweek lunch after I had picked him up in the silver chariot known as Clint. We went to a pub called "The Rising Sun" in the Nether Green suburb of this great northern city. There Bert also supped three pints of "Daily Bread" - a bitter beer produced in Sheffield by The Abbeydale Brewery. Because I was driving I only had one pint. On Wednesday of this week, I took Bert out again to a different "Rising Sun" - on Abbey Lane in the Parkhead district of the city. Again he had three pints of beer - this time "Black Sheep" from Masham in North Yorkshire. While I had a cheeseburger wit...
