24th December 2019
More random diary entries as I wait for Matt to finish his first Christmas Eve as a wage earner.
I start in gorgeous Gorton, obliged to come up some flowers for two sets of parents to accompany the calendar dotted with pictures of their grandsons.
Google gives me the name of Bouquet and Balloons 10 minutes away.
On the walk past the reservoir I spotted a motto for our Old Codgers Days Out.
An early Christmas present to myself of a stroll around Gorton’s heritage sites, and a pub selling Doom Bar.
Job done, I headed for central Manchester to wait for Matt to finish cutting the hair of hipsters and soap stars.
A quick lunch of peanut chicken from the venerable Viet Shack.
Before Dave asks, I’ve no idea why Maclure’s barbers shows up as Honeyz & Hustlers. None at all.
Maclure’s is tucked away in Brazennose Street opposite a town hall already stripped of decoration, and opposite the Hidden Gem.
Two black coffees (only 99p) in Pret a Manger later, I thought I’d better find a seat close by with WiFi, and realised I’d never been in duttons.
Odd modern place, hardly a Lees flagship (Rain bar ?) but definitely attracting the grown-ups.
Drawn by the siren call of the smaller pump clip, I made a half of their Plum Porter (3/3.5) last 90 minutes, the longest I was in a pub all year.
One group of tourists looked bemused by their pie, another sank into Christmas Eve oblivion, constructing a joke about Michelangelo and a “chip off the old block” that loses a lot in translation.
It was all pleasant enough, though the Lees pubs in Royton were probably more fun.
Top toilet art, though.
Matt finished at 15:55 and headed to Spoons for a lone pint with his mates. It was either Punk or Shipyard. Should I be worried ?