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November 2023. Burnage. Manchester.

My orderly night out in Manchester had been derailed by the Saddleworth sozzlers (?) Jim and Quosh, but at least I’d got a tick in Heaton Moor.

All I had to do was get to Burnage and take the line back into Oxford Road where my gig awaited.

But it was 21 minutes till the train, and that meant, by law, we had to idle away 20 minutes in a pub.

Quosh knew a pub.

The Sun in September isn’t the first pub that come to mind in Burnage, that’s the GBG Reasons To Be Cheerful.

But the Sun allows me to resurrect the Gallagher brothers for my blog title, always a good thing.

And it’s a classic, it really is.

The Sam Smiths livery greets you at the door,

so it’s lucky I had my antique camera with me.

How does Humphrey get to own so many wonderful buildings ?

And how does a pint of OBB taste so good.

Cool, rich, distinctive. Quosh looked at me. I looked at Quosh. We both thought “blimey”. Jim realised he was a crafty and kept his counsel.

It’s a 4, Jim.

Unexpected treat of the night, even if we never found out who John was.

I really should have eaten NOW, but even the lure of Miami Crispy (a Manchester legend, apparently) couldn’t divert me now.

Oh, that it had.