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 intriguingly named “Tandoori House“, as I don’t trust Salford Chinese Takeaways (too cheap).
But how can I resist this ? If you pop in a Sam Smiths, you have to follow up with a Holt’s.
But first, I order my curry. Alarmingly cheap.
“Getting the ruby in first, eh ?. Good idea” says the Vaper at the Door of Heaven.
It’s very cheery inside, miles from manic Manchester, and there’s a pleasing lack of Christmas jumpers. I’ll overlook the Man Utd memorabilia; it’s nice that Salford lads support their little local team.
Ooh, look. A choice of handpumps.
£2.54 for a very decent, GBG standard pint of (very bitter) Bitter, but of course the Brook will struggle to get in the Guide. More’s the pity.
Band Aid plays, a pool ball flies off the table, people laugh. Some of them are City fans.
The Ashley Brook has a slightly younger crowd than the Sam’s, make of that what you will, but you sense that generations of regulars get on with each other here.
“This is, and always will be, arseholes corner” announces someone at the dart board.
The “Summer of ’69” (“Bryan was 3 weeks old then, you know“*) gives way to “A Town Called Malice” and I realise I’ve been here for 10 minutes. My curry will be cold.
Sadly, I have no pictures of my chicken dhansak and rice (£5.70), but I can confirm it was chicken.
A great birthday.
*I made that up. It was six months.