“GET THE RUBY IN FIRST, EH !” LANGWORTHY LEGEND

And, in the end, it all came down to Langworthy, an exciting trip over the M602 at 10pm. A year ago today I was at the Grand Canyon, and it can’t match this view. For fans of great street names (see also: Whitwick), here’s My Street. It could be yours, too. I’m heading for the… Continue reading “GET THE RUBY IN FIRST, EH !” LANGWORTHY LEGEND

YOU’RE MY-YY-YY, YOU’RE MY FAVOURITE WEASTE OF TIME

Back to my Birthday.  With any luck I’ll finish this mini-series before my next one. I think you know the route by now, a zigzag through Castlefield and Salford Quays into the glories of Greater Eccles. Clearly, I should have gone straight to bed and listened to the Match of the Day inquest on the… Continue reading YOU’RE MY-YY-YY, YOU’RE MY FAVOURITE WEASTE OF TIME

A TRAIN BEER FOR THE PICCADILLY TAP

Yes, still more from my Birthday I’m afraid. Having lost track of time AND forgotten I could only use my return ticket on the Welsh chugger back to Piccadilly, I had 27.5 minutes to kill in Wilmslow.  No great undiscovered boozers, no micros, not even some weird street art down a dark alley.  Just a… Continue reading A TRAIN BEER FOR THE PICCADILLY TAP

WILMSLOW – “WE HAVE TO GO BACK”

Nice easy cultural reference for our American readers there. I got lost (see what I did there ?) after about three episodes of Series 1. I’m not a big one for “Special days and anniversaries“, as you may have gathered. But I do like to be somewhere exotic on my birthday. Ghent in 2004, Belize… Continue reading WILMSLOW – “WE HAVE TO GO BACK”

CASK IN ANCOATS, CACK AT THE ETIHAD

Am I allowed to use the word “cack” ?  My mum says cack-handed, so must be OK. Into Manchester, having narrowly avoided being lynched for missing the second “k” out of Kirkby Lonsdale (thanks Russ). Or more properly, into Salford, where I was spending a night in romantic Weaste. Never been before, a semi-mythical place… Continue reading CASK IN ANCOATS, CACK AT THE ETIHAD