This is all you’ve got now, me raiding the archives to celebrate an uncelebrated town.
I should have got Tandleman to guest write on Rochdale, really.
As a local he can probably pronounce the places like “Trub“, “Slattocks” and “Hole” .
Not sure I’ll be retiring there, but family closeness apart I’d rather be isolating on the edge of ‘Dale with all those lovely hills and canals framing the industrial estates.
Fair bit of grandeur left in the centre, notably the Town Hall.
And of course “Proper football”
As for culture.
Yes, yes, Gracie Fields and her late 80s euro disco which led her to become a cult figure in the Capri niteclubs.
But the doyen of Dale’s artistic fields is Vikram Seth, whose 1999 epic “An Equal Music” ought to be raided by the TIC.
“Michael is a complex, sometimes prickly young man whose birthplace, Rochdale, in the North of England, was once rich in orchestral and choral music.”
The pubs are often gorgeous.
And the Tand could construct a pub crawl to suit American tastes (Do they have any – Ed).
You might even get Bass.
The Horse didn’t quite match the Baum’s achievement in winning National Pub of the Year, but like the Baum it’s high quality.
Even the micros have proper seating…
The Tand made great inroads into the keg Sam Smiths estate, dozens of them.
Stick to the Stout and you’ll be fine.
I can tell you nothing about Chinese takeaways – are they any good, and not just cheap ?
20 minutes odd on the train from Manchester, how can you possibly resist?