Is it Tuesday last, or last Tuesday? Russ will know.
Anyway, on last Tuesday last I popped with James to see Matt in central Manchester for some brotherly bonding and a haircut.
The centre of the city, which sounds like a line from Unknown Pleasures, is as quiet as you’ve heard, as we’ll see later.
While Matt spent far too long on James’s hair I went for a wander round Deansgate.
I nearly went to the Jolly Angler, but seconds away the Ape and Apple caught my eye, like the apple of my eye.
It’s a long way from their Edwardian gems in Salford, an attempt by Holt’s to cash in on the lunchtime suits trade with posing tables and cheap lunches.
I stood, stupidly, at the door for 2 minutes like the sign said before the barman waved me in with a “What you waiting outside for?” look.
I hadn’t been since it had a spell in the GBG 20 years ago, and nowt has changed.
The barman asked me what I wanted to watch, and we agreed that Nicola Sturgeon reporting on Covid in Cupar was the best bet.
Two Scousers on a pub crawl came in and inexplicably had the lager. What is it with Liverpool?
For a city pub running at a fraction of matchday trade, the Bitter was superb (NBSS 3.5)
But then, Manchester rarely let’s you down on beer quality.
Right, where for lunch?