Can there be a more attractively located place than Atherton, the jewel in the “bit between Wigan and Bolton“.
Note “Dangerous Corner”, an area reserved for BRAPA comfort breaks, and Gin Pit, an area reserved for BRAPA after 6 pints.
The mining towns between A580 and M61 (“58061 AM”) are largely corkers, though Tyldesley tended to monopolise the Holt boozers.
A big welcome to Atherton’s Wheatsheaf, looking lovely at dusk on Sunday.
I entered to a stupendous noise. “Arthur’s Song” being murdered as never before, and Christoper Cross had a good go.
Yes, Sunday afternoon is Karaoke.
I’d say all human life was here, but to be fair pashminas were in short supply.
As if all this doesn’t sound exciting enough, prepare yourself;
Yes, cheaper than Spoons. This was a Pound Pub when I was last here, but prices seem hardly to have changed (it was a pound a half).
I invested the extra 20p in the Pedi.
And took the seat nearest the mic to enjoy a cool, crisp pint of Pedi. NBSS 3.5 and I cannot tell a lie.
“But she has… FAITH.. in me”
I nearly wept.
No takers for Sheena’s 9 to 5 (Morning Train to Yanks), and I felt vulnerable so close to the mic.
The meat raffle brought a pause to proceedings.
“One pound a strip. Two pound and I won’t“. said our hostess.
Young mixed with old, pullovers mixed with cardigans, fun was had. Stuff your rule-obsessed micros.
But follow this rule, fellas.
I left to the sound of Haircut 100 and “Favourite Shirts”.
Mark would love the Wheatsheaf.