No, it’s not a 1980s BBC drama starring Patricia Hodge set in a Lancashire mill town.
It’s the answer to today’s crisis.
How will we go for a wee when (if) the pubs re-open ?
As always, Stafford Paul is on the money.
Sit-down toilets are a health hazard; it’s urinals or nothing from now on.
Fortunately for women, a technological solution is at hand.
Mrs RM wishes you to know she’s practicing with her Shewee after drinking two pints of Moonshine Stout in 30 minutes, and is on board with this democratisation of the boozer. You’d expect nothing less from her.
In January 1996, I subjected Mrs RM to 90 minutes of Oldham v Crystal Palace in sub-zero temperatures, my only visit to the League’s coldest away game. Not good for the bladder. We did get to sit next to Frankie “6 goal” Bunn though, so lose some, win some.
In 1966, football fans in Oldham were moaning about the toilets (“even after being told this is being looked into“).
The Oldham programme. a personal favourite, come in the ever popular 310mm x 250mm size, made for folding and spilling Bovril over, and packed with, er, words.
It even has a letters page, probably with a request from a Mr P. Mudge to reinstate the autovac in the Social Club.
Modern programmes don’t have enough pictures of actual goals; this shot is a classic.
“Millionaire” Ken Bates was in charge, but despite scoring 45 goals at home by 12 November* Oldham would ultimately finish in their customary 10th in Division 3.
Just the one advert for beer, and some pubs the Tand will know even if I don’t.
I’d love to bring you some blog highlights from recent trips to Oldham itself, but it’s a decade since the last GBG newbie, and you’ll have to wait till I can get to the new micro.
Closest I’ve been is the Lancashire Fold in Middleton, which is a good place to get to know the locals.
A wake was about to start. You can tell a good pub from its ability to handle wakes or wedding or Wombles Fanclub conventions without closing the whole pub down.
The old boys were seated round the outside walls, groups of ladies were enjoying cheap lunches, and the banter was as good as the soundtrack (Beatles “Something”).
The qualities of gammon (not THAT gammon) and the virtues of Tenerife over Blackpool.
If the mill workers who’d gone to Fylde for Wakes Week had heard these fellas extolling the virtues of Spain they’d turn in their graves.
To be honest, I always liked the Toby at the Travelodge we stayed in Chadderton, just over t’ road from Boundary Park. It smelt of cabbage (or was it broccoli?) but had real life.
Sadly, the Toby had just called time when I visited last, denying me the chance to sample their Proper Beer Range.
Luckily, the Sunrise were still pleased to see me at 23:01, and that’s not the only reason I recommend their crispy beef and Singapore rice on any Oldham holiday.
* 9 against FC Thun, to be fair