JOHN SMITH’S AND JESSIE’S GIRL

Yes, new cover stars for our penultimate Preston post.  Note the Two Mudgies (BBC 4, Thursdays, 1.30am) discussing the pronunciation of Thwaites. Reaching the inevitable climax now, we headed back toward the market and, er, the Market. Whether the Market Tavern or Tap, I care not. Well, I’m going with what it says on the… Continue reading JOHN SMITH’S AND JESSIE’S GIRL

ALLERTON, TAKE OFF YOUR PARTY DRESS

Well, well. As they say in Liverpool (and possibly Cambridge). Ten days after conspicuous failure to finish Merseyside from my Bootle base, I was back in Allerton having another go.  Again I did a little circuit from the mysterious Wavertree Technology Park (they made Jurgen Klopp’s smile there), and this time it worked perfectly.  … Continue reading ALLERTON, TAKE OFF YOUR PARTY DRESS

A BLACKBURN STAR

I’d been eagerly anticipating my own Amy Winehouse style  “Back to Black”burn trip since the Guide came out (late), signalling a first new Guide entry since well before this blog started. The closure of the main Thwaites (pronounced “Twits”) brewery this decade and a failure to grasp the craft nettle as robustly as Blackpool, Blackley… Continue reading A BLACKBURN STAR

BREAKFAST IN SEAFORTH

A few more holiday snaps from my trip to Bootle.  Not that you need any more convincing, I’m sure. Oh, here’s one from my walk back from Waterloo on Sunday night. “Lennon was rubbish.  Imagine is the worst song EVER.” said Matt last night. Wait till he hears “The Frog Chorus“. My car was still… Continue reading BREAKFAST IN SEAFORTH