Definitely a Cream track off Disraeli Gears, I think. 5th December 2022. I walked the B6292 from central Radcliffe to the New Inn. I really did. Look ! Here’s proof. Handsome church, stately town hall, weird statues that look like they belong in Bromsgrove. and after 20 minutes the New Inn, the very definition of… Continue reading WHITE RAT AND WOTSITS AT RADCLIFFE’S NEW INN
Tag: Bury
AN URGENT LOO STOP FOR RADCLIFFE
5th December 2022. My marathon* pub ticking day continued on t’tram toward Bury, but I jumped off at Radcliffe. As Will Hawkes astutely remarked in our interview, ticking the GBG forces you to visit places where others fear to tread. Dear reader, I had never been to Radcliffe before, and my visit to the New… Continue reading AN URGENT LOO STOP FOR RADCLIFFE
I COME TO TICK BURY, AND TO PRAISE IT
Right, another day, another GBG county to finish. I offered Mrs RM a choice of Bury or Bridlington. She chose Bury. Perhaps she thought I meant t’other Bury. No, apparently she wanted to see the transformation of Greater’s Manchester finest purveyor of offal. But we started off in Tim Horton’s where I introduced her to… Continue reading I COME TO TICK BURY, AND TO PRAISE IT
BLACK PUDDING. “A HOT ONE ?”
As night follows days and lockdown follows opening up, so Bury follows Ramsbottom. This post would have been about a new brewery owned bar in Bury, but sadly their website and Facebook had different opening hours to the ones pinned on their front door, Martin Luther style. I told them their hours were wrong, and… Continue reading BLACK PUDDING. “A HOT ONE ?”
WITH APOLOGIES TO THE LIBERALS
An uneventful 18 minutes from the (closed) black pudding stall out to the Elton Liberal Club, with just the furnace builders and B & M home stores to lighten my day. I fancy myself an expert on UK underpasses; please send me your own recommendations. But I have Newport, Bradford and Coventry down as 3… Continue reading WITH APOLOGIES TO THE LIBERALS
TAKE THE FIRST TRAM TO BURY
Last Tuesday was Matt’s 20th birthday, and he invited me and James over to Manchester to celebrate in the Northern Quarter. I don’t know about you, but at his age I was planning a night drinking Polish vodka in Footlights after my Certified Accountants Costing exam and asking my Dad to join me never crossed… Continue reading TAKE THE FIRST TRAM TO BURY
A SURMOUNTABLE HITCH IN MICRO PRESTWICH
I spent literally minutes trying to find a Fall track for this post, but sadly M.E. Smith’s “Middle aged Middleton micropub man” remains unreleased. On the tram back from Bury to Victoria I planned an afternoon in West Manchester, and admired the lack of GBG pubs on the route. Ah, the Crooked Man. Wait, the… Continue reading A SURMOUNTABLE HITCH IN MICRO PRESTWICH
FROM SALFORD TO THE SUNDIAL VIA THE ROVERS RETURN
More of those photos of food you love, as I travel between Salford and Bury, the two gourmet capitals of the north. In my mind anyway. A beautiful morning to explore Salford and walk off the previous night’s pie. Salford may lack Manchester’s expensive craft beer scene and disposable clothes shops, but on a good… Continue reading FROM SALFORD TO THE SUNDIAL VIA THE ROVERS RETURN
INDEPENDENTS IN T’OTHER BURY
The southern Bury (St Edmunds) is a wonderful town for an afternoon amble, with more attractive streets than Cambridge, if not Norwich. It’s also only a 40 minute hop on the train for me, a bit quicker than the northern version, though no doubt HS2 will remedy that just as I finally get to move… Continue reading INDEPENDENTS IN T’OTHER BURY
BLACK PUDDING
2 nights in Manchester for a gig (Low at the Cathedral) and an “event” (IndyManBeerCon) gave me time for a long overdue trip on the tram to Bury, one of my favourite traditional market towns, and not just because of some memorable wins at Gigg Lane over the years. Bury displays a fair bit of the… Continue reading BLACK PUDDING
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