January 2026. Manchester. A “dry” night in Manchester isn’t complete without a second pint on the way to the match, Port Street Beer House getting its annual visit on the basis you can see it from the Head of Steam. I really should like PSBH more; it’s quirky, friendly, encourages a mixed crowd, and the… Continue reading PORT STREET, TONY’S PIES AND A POINT
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NEW IN MANCHESTER. THE HEAD OF STEAM
January 2025. Manchester. Wednesday brings a train from Rye to Ashford, and then to St Pancras (no pub stop), on to Sheffield (where the boiler has frozen), and off to Manchester for City v Brighton, whose fans have had a similar journey. I’m also here for an overdue cut from Matt in Chinatown’s Helvete, during… Continue reading NEW IN MANCHESTER. THE HEAD OF STEAM
THE CIRCUS AND THE “BEAR”
Only THREE MORE WEEKS, folks ! Where will you be on the Glorious 12th ? I’m still planning, but my best bet of an actual tick (new GBG pub) appears to be in Clay Cross. It may be 75 minutes seems a long way for a half of Jaipur under an umbrella in the Derbyshire… Continue reading THE CIRCUS AND THE “BEAR”
MRS RM FINALLY VISITS THE JOLLY ANGLER
You left us in the car park of Ashton-under-Lyne IKEA, my dreams of a night in Fierce, Cask Ancoats and the Hare and Hounds in tatters. By the time Mrs RM had freshened up at the Ikea Budget it was flippin’ 8.30pm. Only an hour and a half to cross Great Ancoats Street, check in… Continue reading MRS RM FINALLY VISITS THE JOLLY ANGLER
THE TEMPLE OF CONVENIENCE
“You haven’t really done Manchester till you’ve done the Temple of Convenience” said no-one ever. I’d never. But these Young People know how to have a good time, and insisted we finish our Freshers’ crawl in a converted public toilet. Frankly, if the Temple can re-open during Covid, anywhere can. Eight of us in, unless… Continue reading THE TEMPLE OF CONVENIENCE
LOCKDOWN MANCHESTER BREACHED
Matt has completed his first year in Manchester. I was going to say he’d acquired a barbering qualification, a penchant for the Paramount (JDW) and a girlfriend, but Emma would rightly have called out my casual sexism. Emma joined us at BrewDog (I), a place I’ve never warmed to in the way I have the… Continue reading LOCKDOWN MANCHESTER BREACHED
A HOLT HALT
Is it Tuesday last, or last Tuesday? Russ will know. Anyway, on last Tuesday last I popped with James to see Matt in central Manchester for some brotherly bonding and a haircut. The centre of the city, which sounds like a line from Unknown Pleasures, is as quiet as you’ve heard, as we’ll see later.… Continue reading A HOLT HALT
“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 !”
A NIGHTCAP
So, only three of us standing at the end of MancCrawl 2018 in the backroom of the Circus. Quite how Paul persuaded me into the Grey Horse (as well as the Lost Dene for breakfast), only he knows. Never try to keep up with the Stafford Mudge. But it was only half six, my bedtime… Continue reading A NIGHTCAP
LINING ‘EM UP IN THE CIRCUS
I’m not quite sure why the Circus was my Pub of the Day; the cumulative effect of beer, the quality of the pubgoers or the free pork pies. The company was still high quality, but Joan and Dave and Tom had left us then, showing wisdom beyond their age and nationality. The Two Mudgies (repeats… Continue reading LINING ‘EM UP IN THE CIRCUS
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