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 City loss, but how can you resist this ?
With pictures like that, there’s lot a not to be said, is there ?
Oh, you’ll want to see the loos.
My notes say;
Shall I ask about Cloudwater“
Before you get too excited, there’s no cask. But most CAMRA members who post on Discourse would have you believe that OBB is made of gerbils and turps anyway, so their loss.
Not a lot of keg choice either.
Very Sam Smiths, you could be somewhere smart like the Shovels in Alty or the Queen’s Head in Stocky; Sam’s pubs rarely give many clues about the locale.
I sat away from the giant fire in the best room with my £2.30 pint of creamy stout and felt I was in pub heaven.
Locals were discussing their their shopping bargains, possibly from the Rifle Drum.
“Whyte & McKay £16 a litre !”
“I bought a brand new telly; I don’t know how to use it”
“He moved to Romiley”
and other stuff you can’t really say in 2018 Woke Salford.
What a pub.
But suddenly I felt famished.