BIG anniversary tomorrow: it will be exactly 120 years since Sheffield became a city.
The town was given the new title on February 20, 1893, after the mayor, alderman and burgesses petitioned Queen Victoria to approve the change.
Happy birthday, Sheffield.
* FUNNY how quickly things can change.
Last Thursday, Taylor Shaw, the company which supplies Sheffield school meals on behalf of the city council, reassured anyone who’d listen there was no risk of horse being served.
Last Friday, the firm announced it was suspending the use of processed foods.
There almost certainly wasn’t any Red Rum in them, a spokesmen said.
But this was a sensible precaution.
By the time that happened, this column for yesterday’s paper had already gone to press. In it, it was suggested Taylor Shaw’s reassurance didn’t quite seem convincing.
So, perhaps now, firms contracted to supply our children’s dinners should be ordered to carry routine checks to ensure we know 100 per cent what is being served up.
* Some good news? Why not?
Sheffield’s reputation as the UK’s city of sport may be taking a hammering of late - stadium mothballing, misfiring football teams and leisure centre closures - but at least we’ve still got the World Water Bombing Championships.
The annual contest returns to Ponds Forge in May, as announced in this paper.
So, clearly, it’s still a city for the really big events.
* AND talking of sport, nice to see a couple of South Yorkshire MPs having a bit of a ding dong.
After Nick Clegg, Lib Dem member for Sheffield Hallam, made a speech on the economy yesterday, Barnsley East’s MP Michael Dugher came firing from the corner with some ferocious metaphorical right hooks, labelling the deputy PM “a poster boy”.
All good entertainment. But a rather interesting choice of vernacular.
Because this column always thought the best thing for bedroom walls were guitar gods, screen icons and, er, beach volleyball players.
But Nick Clegg, Michael?
Whatever floats your boat.