Back up North (A1/M62/M602) on Wednesday night before a day of Moving Matt to Manchester.
Yes, the day after we’d moved the entire Salford flat, giant snails and all,
into storage* on Ashton Old Road, Matt and mates belatedly had the keys to the city.
One last walk round the office blocks of Exchange Quay,
a vegan sausage roll from Greggs and fudge brownie from Bean Coffee, and off we go.
Oh, I seem to have killed someone overnight at Ordsall Park.
Will I ever be back to the Quays ? There’s a fair few brewery taps there now, but a dearth of proper pubs compared to Ancoats, where I headed with a car full of tat while Matt signed papers in Newton St.
Their house is pretty close to where the map says “Ale House Pub”.
Fake News. There is no “Ale House Pub”.
Their nearest bar is five minutes walk (ten minutes for those in inappropriate footwear) at Cotton Field Marina.
Yep, it’s the venerable cask.
Not open till 2 anyway, and I had a full afternoon of lugging boxes ahead of me, so I went for the daal, sour dough, long black and sanitising hand mist of uberposh bakery Pollen, after spending 12 minutes downloading their App.
Then I bought some nice housewarming flowers from ubernew Northern Lights, an unusually thoughtful act, I thought.
At the house, I seemed to have made my second killing of the day.
Six trips from the house to the storage depot later, it was finished.
A dozen six minute journeys with lots of pulling out into busy roads is actually more stressful than one three hour trip on a dual carriageway, and having to drive past this long dead pub didn’t help.
I never made it in the Bank, but Matt will have the choice of some of the world’s greatest pubs on his doorstep. For a few months, he can even do this one;
The main thing is, he’s finally arrived in Manchester.
*No, not the snails
retiredmartin 
Legless before luchtime Martin?
Bet those snails would be great in garlic butter.
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Unlike dogs they don’t lick you, and unlike cats they don’t hate you, I guess.
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From WhatPub:
Ale House
Old Mill Street
Ancoats
MANCHESTER
M4 6EE
View Map
Premises Status
This pub is permanently closed.
About the Pub
Demolished.
Directions
Corner Weybridge Road
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Thanks a lot, John. The map places it on the middle of Weybridge Road, which can’t be right. Suspect it’s been dead a while.
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Would the young people you spent Freshers with consider going to the Jolly Angler?
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If it was transplanted to Oxford St, or even Portland St near the Circus, probably/possibly. But only a more mature visitor would venture to the Angler instead of Port St Beer House (or more likely the Sports bars near Piccadilly).
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The Bank of England was almost record-breakingly rough. A truly terrible place.
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Did it ever serve cask, though, John ;-0
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Yes it did at one time in the distant past – I recall having a not-very-well-kept pint of Chesters Bitter when me and some friends called in on a pub crawl of the area.
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“Matt and mates belatedly had the keys to the city.”
Blimey! Who did they bribe on city council for that? 😉
“a vegan sausage roll from Greggs and fudge brownie from Bean Coffee, and off we go.”
My doctor says that’s the perfect way to induce a bowel movement.* 🙂
“Oh, I seem to have killed someone overnight at Ordsall Park.”
Yikes! Isn’t the one on the left a cousin of BRAPA’s Colin?
“Fake News. There is no “Ale House Pub”.”
Don’t go all CNN on us. 😉
“so I went for the daal, sour dough, long black and sanitising hand mist of uberposh bakery Pollen, after spending 12 minutes downloading their App.”
Do like Simon does and always have a bag of crisps on your person. 🙂
“an unusually thoughtful act, I thought.”
See, this is why people are still allowed to have ‘opinions’.
“At the house, I seemed to have made my second killing of the day.”
Blimey! I would have ‘legged’ it after that! 🙂
“A dozen six minute journeys with lots of pulling out into busy roads is actually more stressful than one three hour trip on a dual carriageway, and having to drive past this long dead pub didn’t help.”
Commiseration good sir.
“For a few months, he can even do this one;”
That’s not you have a pee in one of the photos below is it?
“The main thing is, he’s finally arrived in Manchester.”
There’s no stopping him now!
Cheers
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Plan C are basically anarchists, although they’ve also been influenced by the Italian autonomist movement of the sixties and seventies.
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I like the idea of “basically” anarchists but also playing the system. Sex Pistols, really.
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