Back to birthdays, as Matt reaches the age immortalised by Paul Hardcastle in 1985. “19” was about Vietnam; Matt has only to contend with the fine burghers of Ordsall temporarily deprived their Holt pubs. Mrs RM was busy, probably queueing for Primark, so I took James up to meet his brother in Ordsall Park. 2:55… Continue reading 19 IN ORDSALL
Tag: Manchester
THE SHAMBLES
A short break from football and Dad nostalgia now to bring you actual pubs. Calm down, down, they’re still shut. Will they re-open on 4 July, just in time for the Southworths to celebrate ? Until the 4th, or later, I’m still collecting takeaways every Friday from the counter at the side of my Waterbeach… Continue reading THE SHAMBLES
INDYMAN ’19 – NOW THAT WE’VE GROWN UP TOGETHER
OK, here it is, my fifth successive IndyMan, just so you can go “How Much ?!”. The pre-match bants had been all about the pricing of the thirds. 2019 IMBC prices 💸£29 for 11 tokens. Up about £7 from 2017 when we were last there. Glassware limited to 1/3🧐 £2.63 a third of regs.😳 £5.25… Continue reading INDYMAN ’19 – NOW THAT WE’VE GROWN UP TOGETHER
“A PROPER PUB, NOT A HIPSTER BAR”. FLORIAN THE PSYCHOLOGIST LOVES THE JOLLY ANGLER
You left Mrs RM and I outside Mr Thomas’s Chop House, one of the few central Manchester pubs I’ve neglected to visit over 30 years of pubbing here. And I still can’t tell you if the beer there is better than in Wales, as the luxurious interior was a sea of reserved tables. Another time.… Continue reading “A PROPER PUB, NOT A HIPSTER BAR”. FLORIAN THE PSYCHOLOGIST LOVES THE JOLLY ANGLER
MAGYARS, MANCS & CONDENSED MILK
More holiday snaps from Manchester. It really is a treat to visit when you’re not a bag of nerves. Worth remembering is that this blog is basically a diary, like Pepys without the lechery (that’s BRAPA) so you occasionally get posts without pubs. NO, you can’t have your subscription back. Sunday evening after that quick… Continue reading MAGYARS, MANCS & CONDENSED MILK
(HIDING ON THE) BACKSTREETS (OF PICCADILLY)
Enough of Wales. I’m back there next week, with the UK’s top pub ticker (no, not him), so expect more tales of plant watering in, ooh, August. Next up is a place you may have heard of. Yes, back to Manchester with Mrs RM and Matthew for a family shopping and gig weekend, if you… Continue reading (HIDING ON THE) BACKSTREETS (OF PICCADILLY)
SUFFERING IN SALFORD QUAYS
I’m getting quite addicted to my little hotel in Weaste, the rough bit of Elegant Eccles. Four stays in 3 months, AND they give me a 5% loyalty discount, so I only paid £27 the other Sunday. H & C in all rooms. As you can see, I took the lesser-known tourist trail from… Continue reading SUFFERING IN SALFORD QUAYS
BULLS HEAD – BULLSEYE
It can never be said too often; Manchester is a great night out. Particularly when it starts in a £25 budget hotel in the “dodgy part of Eccles” (Source: Quosh) and includes a home win against the Hammers (sorry Mr Protz). It must have been a glorious evening. Even the bit of Salford near Old… Continue reading BULLS HEAD – BULLSEYE
FULLERS TAKE THE BRASS, BRASS CASTLE TAKE THE PLAUDITS AT MANC FEST ’19
I’m no great fan of beer festivals, and not just because they take people out of pubs (I know, I know). And writing about them is much harder than writing about pubs. But Manchester Fest is always great fun, the beer is cool (in both senses), and being Northern people sometimes speak to you rather… Continue reading FULLERS TAKE THE BRASS, BRASS CASTLE TAKE THE PLAUDITS AT MANC FEST ’19
A TRAIN BEER FOR THE PICCADILLY TAP
Yes, still more from my Birthday I’m afraid. Having lost track of time AND forgotten I could only use my return ticket on the Welsh chugger back to Piccadilly, I had 27.5 minutes to kill in Wilmslow. No great undiscovered boozers, no micros, not even some weird street art down a dark alley. Just a… Continue reading A TRAIN BEER FOR THE PICCADILLY TAP
