Tomorrow the pubs open their doors so that us bloggers will have something more to blog about than complaints about wine gardens and ordering by apps. I can’t wait, and I’d better make a decision about where I’ll be tomorrow. Go on, guess. Some will complain about table service and social distancing remaining in pubs,… Continue reading TO MANCHESTER !
Tag: Manchester City
SHEFFIELD ON A WEDNESDAY
No pubs on my Wednesday stop in Sheffield, which seems a bit of a national scandal. Just a long drive back from The (true) North with a veggie curry, a hot chocolate and an 1-0 win in the Cup. When you see it like that, it doesn’t seem very far to deepest Scotland. Only 7hrs… Continue reading SHEFFIELD ON A WEDNESDAY
“DON’T SHOOT VINNIE !”
Yes, I’m really that far behind, and have no idea whether City will escape relegation this season. The whole day of the Leicester game was one of the most nervous I’ve ever been, 13.5.12 included, which I know will sound daft to football philistines. The prospect of jubilant Scousers if we mucked it up was… Continue reading “DON’T SHOOT VINNIE !”
29.5mm
The next pub was also visited, and lauded, by young BRAPA this week. And rightly so. North Wingfield’s Shinnon was a mere 15 minutes walk from his next tick in Clay Cross, but clearly that was way beyond the range of our hero who resorted to the bus. The colliery villages below Chesterfield are some… Continue reading 29.5mm
MICRO MURK-MAD MOUSE MAGS
I’d better get a move on or I’ll never get to my monthly stocktake, and you won’t know how many pubs I beat BRAPA by in January. My second new Newcastle micro may be my Pub of the Month. Which is good, as it’s the local Pub of the Year already. I’d assumed the Town… Continue reading MICRO MURK-MAD MOUSE MAGS
CASK IN ANCOATS, CACK AT THE ETIHAD
Am I allowed to use the word “cack” ? My mum says cack-handed, so must be OK. Into Manchester, having narrowly avoided being lynched for missing the second “k” out of Kirkby Lonsdale (thanks Russ). Or more properly, into Salford, where I was spending a night in romantic Weaste. Never been before, a semi-mythical place… Continue reading CASK IN ANCOATS, CACK AT THE ETIHAD
BACK TO FAILSWORTH FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE AGUERO
Not a vast number of new Guide pubs in Greater Manchester for me this year, particularly in the city centre. But trips to Burnage, Prestwich, Westhoughton and Failsworth are enough to keep me happy. What art ! What history ! What incomprehensible dialect ! Ah ! Failsworth, the glamorous bit of Oldham (or is that… Continue reading BACK TO FAILSWORTH FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE AGUERO
EMPTY SEATS AT THE ETIHAD, STANDING ROOM AT CLOUDWATER
His Highness Sheikh Mansour recently wrote to me to highlight the progress made under his stewardship of Manchester City over the last decade. 40 points in every season, half-and-half scarf sellers for every game, folk who turn up in Colin Bell Stand 15 minutes after kick off looking for Row R etc. etc. No mention… Continue reading EMPTY SEATS AT THE ETIHAD, STANDING ROOM AT CLOUDWATER
“AND YOUR OWN”
No post yesterday, just to see if Russ panicked. Actually, I was on a mission to deposit James back in Sheffield in his new digs down the road from the Wellington, and then see the Famous Fulham at the Etihad. More on Sheff later. Once I’d ensured James had settled in with the important… Continue reading “AND YOUR OWN”
YA YA LAND
When I booked my ticket for Manchester City v Brighton months ago I thought it might be the title clincher. Instead we’re 20 points clear with a game to go, which even City will struggle to muck up (25 point deduction for playing Queen on Sunday, perhaps ?). Last night we get Ya Ya Toure‘s… Continue reading YA YA LAND
