
November 2024. Manchester.
Yes, a third “tick” in the Mancunian beer book in an evening !
This one is the closest to Matt’s flat a minute’s walk from Piccadilly and 25 from the Etihad, which sounds like the perfect place to be in your early 20s. Rather than Milton.

I get my True North (they brew Stones and run smart pubs) and North(they run a scruffy bar in Leeds and brew strong IPAs) and Northern Monk mixed up, but I know the Monk was popular for their pop-up vegan kebabs 5 years ago but their cask beer always disappointed.

But not tonight.

Matt picks the strongest cask, astonishingly a Cloudwater Porter.

Is he choosing cask because it’s cheapest ? Or is it performative, to impress his CAMRA dad.

I don’t care. It’s sublime (NBSS 4), and I’ve have been jealous of him if I hadn’t been sipping an astonishing 8.4% Dessert Stout with some connection to Tallinn.

I can’t be bothered to do the research. Only had a half, just as well as we suddenly found ourselves needing to race to the Etihad and join the queue for a steak pie.

First time at City for a couple of months, and it was interesting to see their new 0-0-16-0 formation.

Feyenoord scoffed at our domination of the centre circle, and went down the wings.
Performative’s a special word with a unique meaning.
It’s a pity that it’s been adopted by Guardian writers to mean presentational or transactional, and picked up by folk everywhere to mean that too.
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Language can mean whatever you want it to mean these days.
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Myself was literally saying that.
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