Three Manchester pubs by 4pm; time for a curry. I bet you think I always go to This & That, but no, Manchester is awash with cheap eats, and this is one for the Southworth’s list when they make it to God’s Own Pub & Curry Country again. From the Angel, head through the street… Continue reading MORE MANCUNIAN CURRY TIPS FOR OUR AMERICAN VISITORS
Month: May 2022
PIANO MAN
Manchester looks gorgeous on3D Google Maps, doesn’t it ? Suit yourself. Stepping out of the Lower Turk’s Head the obvious next halt on my Holt trail was the Hare & Hounds, one of the most proper of Proper Pubs, with added art on the wall, but you know by now I never stick to a… Continue reading PIANO MAN
BUT HOW CAN YOU LEAVE A PUB WHEN IT’S STARTED PLAYING “THE WAR SONG” ?
My average time in a pub is 18.36 minutes. Well (too) shy of BRAPA and his 27.5, but rather more than the professional ticking of the professionals. I once saw Maltmeister nip in and out of a Manx pub in 45 seconds, and he thought that was slacking. When Mrs RM joins me the average… Continue reading BUT HOW CAN YOU LEAVE A PUB WHEN IT’S STARTED PLAYING “THE WAR SONG” ?
HOLT GOES CHERRY MILD CRAZY
In 1987 the New Musical Express that The Jesus & Mary Chain were now so old that they couldn’t do their famed fifteen (15) minute sets anymore, as they drifted towards an hour of Darklands dirge. In 2022 the top bloggers bring you SIX (6) or even SEVEN (7) pubs in one blog. I still… Continue reading HOLT GOES CHERRY MILD CRAZY
I MAY BE BIG BUT I AM FIERCE
Blimey, a blog post from last Wednesday, only a week ago. I’ve had enough for football, it’s gig day, Low in Manchester, and I’ve decided it’s going to be a Holt day. But first, Fierce, everyone’s favourite Aberdeen craft brewery. Manchester looks lovely, I’ve brought the sunshine with me. The previous Saturday I’d tried for… Continue reading I MAY BE BIG BUT I AM FIERCE
OH, MANCHESTER etc etc
Mrs RM didn’t recognise Frank Sidebottom. She’s not a TRUE Manc like what I am. Bet she didn’t recognise this bloke, either, a headliner at Simon’s upcoming Blackpool “punk” festival with his disco covers of Joy Division classics. After a night of curry in Lymm we were back in Manchester for another of those annoying… Continue reading OH, MANCHESTER etc etc
LYMM – COBBLES, CURRY, CASK FLYING OUT
Still blogging from the Welsh Wander nearly two weeks ago, and a Friday night in Lymm felt the perfect way to rest up before yet another trip into Manchester. Mrs RM parked up in the car park near the Cross, jumped when she saw the parking patrol out and about at 20:00 in a small… Continue reading LYMM – COBBLES, CURRY, CASK FLYING OUT
NO DUFF (AT) THE MAGIC DRAGON
A flying visit to Wrexham/Wrecsam, whose latest attempt to join the Hollywood elite in League 2 (Barrow, Sutton, Rochdale) came to a stuttering halt at the weekend, leaving Stockport favourites for automatic promotion. I’m sure Mudgie will be delighted. I was almost as delighted to finally get the Magic Dragon Tap ticked, though leaving one… Continue reading NO DUFF (AT) THE MAGIC DRAGON
WAITING ON THE CLWYDIAN RANGE
The penultimate stop on our North-East Wales wiggle took us around the mighty Clwydian range, where Mrs RM and I used to head for in the mid-90s before ticking to stay in Bed & Breakfasts run by mums in Pantymwyn for £35 and walk the ridge from Loggerheads walk. Our tick is in Maeshafn, pronounced… Continue reading WAITING ON THE CLWYDIAN RANGE
NO SLEEP ‘TILL TREMEIRCHION
Mrs RM, restored to full happiness by the purchase of a duvet with Manchester bee decoration in St. Asaph, pressed on past numerous roadworks to Tremeirchion. We’d taken these tiny roads, akin to deepest Devon, last August when it was unexpectedly closed and we had to make do with a Brunning & Price in Bodfari… Continue reading NO SLEEP ‘TILL TREMEIRCHION
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