While Blackpool Jane, Lee and Karen saw their team snatch a 1-0 at Bramall Lane, I was back in Manchester watching City have a now almost customary capitulation to Crystal Palace. The team looked as knackered as I felt, having got up early to catch the 09:12 from Sheffield after finding the later trains west… Continue reading A SEARCH FOR A PRE-MATCH PINT
Tag: Manchester City
THE CITY
I bought a season ticket for City this year, first since 2016 when I was getting fed up of missing games moved from Saturday 3pm, and only doing a dozen out of nineteen games. With the prospect of foreign travel off the table for a while, and now living an hour rather than three from… Continue reading THE CITY
STILL NO REAL ALE AT THE ETIHAD
In the days before the Americans started complaining that this posts weren’t long enough, I could get away with 200 word commentary pieces, like this one on beer at the Etihad. 65 views over nearly six years, that’s a Chris Tavare of a post, that is. Nothing has changed since then; it’s still Amstel (in… Continue reading STILL NO REAL ALE AT THE ETIHAD
BEER, PIZZA AND FOOTBALL. MANCHESTER IS BACK.
Yes, I know Manchester never went away, but with the return of gigs and goals and gose (never had a gose in Manc but I should), the city is buzzing again. The run-down Victorian buildings never looked so good. And Matt and Emma have moved even closer to Piccadilly, which means if I ever miss… Continue reading BEER, PIZZA AND FOOTBALL. MANCHESTER IS BACK.
TO MANCHESTER !
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 !
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
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