YOU’RE AN EMBARRASSMENT

November 2023. Manchester.

The quiet Friday gig night out in Manchester had gone sadly awry even before that wonderful Sam Smiths diversion.

I’d long missed the chance to see the support act Peaness (not as edgy as they sound, I think, as they’re from Chester), and as the train from Burnage trundles into Oxford Road I made a further ill-advised decision to pre-empt the Pomona Tap.

I’m sorry, I can tell you nothing about the classy North Westward Ho, or whatever it’s called, so as always read Chris Dyson as he does that sort of thing sensibly.

What ARE they discussing now ?

What I can tell you, and I’m horrified to write this, is that I seem to have two beers in front of me, and I’m sure I only bought one,

so if I stole your pint of Pomona last week I’m sorry.

Even worse, I was then tapped on the shoulder by a Japanese lady who told me (politely) to “adjust your trousers“.

Oh dear. Amazed I found my way to Albert Hall, where I have no recollection of BC Camplight’s triumphant hometown gig.

I cut my losses after an hour and joined Matthew on Platform 13 for the train back to Sheffield with a crispy chicken wrap and almost empty cup of McDonalds coffee.

Please don’t tell Mrs RM.

Published by retiredmartin

Retired NHS, doing long walks around UK and the world to record the great bits. Focused on Good Beer Guide pubs and live music.

11 thoughts on “YOU’RE AN EMBARRASSMENT”

  3. I almost embarrassed myself after over-indulging in strong winter ales at the Dudley beer festival on Thursday. After failing in my first two attempts to find the bus station, I decided to walk to Tipton for my train on the very reasonable grounds that if I ever did find the bus station I would a) have missed the bus and b) desperately need to pee.

    So I used my one still-functioning brain cell to use Google maps to find me a walking route to the railway station. I’ve just looked at the map again to see if I can retrace my route, but it’s all just a jumble of anonymous roads. Without Google I reckon I’d still be in Dudley, trying to beg the price of a cup of tea from passers by.

    I’ve just checked, and my trousers do not need adjusting.

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    1. Will,
      That’s the danger of those smaller glasses of beer, far too often there’s not much left and it’s knocked back ready for another one. Pints are safer.

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  4. Why Martin goes through such agonies to get to all these concerts, when he could comfortably be ticking Toby Carveries is quite beyond me

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