Another long drive on Saturday morning, with only a panini break in Tuxford on the way to Matt’s new house. I’ll save “Panini and Prosecco break in Tuxford” for a future blog. Mrs RM fulfilled a bucket list ambition by taking Matt and girlfriend Emma to the giant IKEA in Ashton-under-Lyne. Regular readers will know… Continue reading STUCK INSIDE OF IKEA WITH THE ASHTON BLUES AGAIN
Tag: Manchester
WELCOME TO MANCHESTER
Back up North (A1/M62/M602) on Wednesday night before a day of Moving Matt to Manchester. Yes, the day after we’d moved the entire Salford flat, giant snails and all, into storage* on Ashton Old Road, Matt and mates belatedly had the keys to the city. One last walk round the office blocks of Exchange Quay,… Continue reading WELCOME TO MANCHESTER
FRESHERS
I hadn’t realised I was in the middle of Freshers Week. For a start, Freshers Week had apparently been “cancelled” for some woke transgression or other. But then, who believes a word that Sky News (or the BBC) says. Best get all your news off BRAPA, I reckon. Matt and his flatmates had just had… Continue reading FRESHERS
YES ! MANCHESTER
You left me at Salford Quays, downing a short pint of IPA in 60 seconds so I could catch the tram. In a dramatic demonstration of the evils of drink, I bought my ticket but momentarily failed to apply my mask before leaping through the doors, raising the R rate by 0.00000271 in the process.… Continue reading YES ! MANCHESTER
“SINK THAT PINT LAD”
If ever there was A Year To Be Generous To Your Children (they pick your care home), then I guess 2020 is it. Not that moving Matt and his flatmates’ stuff from Salford Quays to a giant metal box (not the Public Image Ltd. one) on Ashton Old Road in six goes was FUN. Here’s… Continue reading “SINK THAT PINT LAD”
STREET DRINKING
Emma and Matt gave James and myself a guided tour of Manchester in August ’20. Gave ME a tour. I AM Mr. Manchester (joking, I think it’s a cob). I liked that; it’s a while since anyone gave me a tour. I think the last one were the tunnels below Nuremberg Castle. Baa Baa Toure… Continue reading STREET DRINKING
19 IN ORDSALL
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
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
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