You left me in the Soup Kitchen, with an hour till my overdue hair cut.
I suddenly remembered I’d only had a bag of McCoys Salt & Vinegar Ridge Cut crisps for lunch, and frankly if This & That had been open I’d have nipped in there for the Lamb and Spinach. I miss Manchester curry as much as its pubs.
There was no chance of a second pint anywhere, and with my weak bladder it would have been a bad idea, so I explored the posh bits.
Sadly, most of Manchester’s Spoons don’t have outdoor area, or I’d have brought you a report from my 3rd Tim Martin pub of the day, just so you could be outraged at my behaviour.
There were a few tables outside the City Arms, all taken, but the nice man let me use their loo. I love the City Arms.
I even tried the Slug & Lettuce (top), but they claimed to be fully booked after seeing how scruffy I was.
At Maclures Barbers, Matt was completing a ten hour day as I became his last customer on comeback day. He has a winning way with the chat.
Even for the posh pubs.
By 9pm I was cold, tired and emotional and we called it quits and bought a houmous wrap from the Co-op.
A great day, but a damp squib to end.
You’ll be wanting to see my hair now, I guess.