COTTONING ON TO CHORLEY’S CHARMS, IS IT BAPS OR IS IT BARMS ?

The return journey from Glasgow to Manchester was uneventful, bar a succession of Spanish students sticking their phones in my recharging point and leaving them buzzing all the way to Lancaster. Come Thursday, with an arduous day out in Preston ahead, I settled on a quiet day in Chorley, capital of the bit between Bolton… Continue reading COTTONING ON TO CHORLEY’S CHARMS, IS IT BAPS OR IS IT BARMS ?

WHEN I DREAM, I DREAM ABOUT TAMWORTH MICROPUBS

Yes, when in Tamworth, it is obligatory to reference Julian Cope, whose views on micro pubs are eagerly anticipated. Last time here I celebrated the joys of the parish church in an Emergency Guide to Tamworth that is still handed out to all UK visitors on arrival at Dover. This time I bring the alternate… Continue reading WHEN I DREAM, I DREAM ABOUT TAMWORTH MICROPUBS