22nd March 2023. Manchester. While Matt and James were sober at Society, I headed across Oxford Road to YES, one of Manchester’s seemingly endless food court-cum-bars-cum music venues. It’s next to the Lass O’ Gowrie, which you’ve probably heard of. Oldest pisser (top), one of the strongest beers once, now a rare Greene King GBG… Continue reading YES, MANCHESTER – THE SENSATIONAL ANNA B SAVAGE
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BAO BUNS OFF OXFORD ROAD
13th February 2023. I’d only been back from Manchester 12 hours and I was back again, along with James, for the Weyes Blood gig at the Ritz. Whether you can pronounce Weyes correctly* determines which century you live in, musically. Sheffield may have all the best pubs, but Manchester still gets the top gigs, and… Continue reading BAO BUNS OFF OXFORD ROAD
A QUICK GETAWAY FROM NEWTON HEATH
12th February 2023. With the weekly rail strikes putting paid to the train to Manchester (AGAIN !) and a gig back in Sheffield last Sunday evening, I found myself needing a safe parking space for a quick getaway after the City v Villa match (helpfully rearranged to 16:30). I picked somewhere just off Oldham Road… Continue reading A QUICK GETAWAY FROM NEWTON HEATH
HE’S (NOT) MISSED A SURE SHOT
22nd January 2023. Last night (24th) I saw cycling based indie noise merchants The Delgados at Sheffield Leadmill. It was one of the great gigs, I guess, and I say that as someone who detests the idea of bands reuniting to play stuff written 25 years ago. If Oasis or The Smiths reformed in my… Continue reading HE’S (NOT) MISSED A SURE SHOT
BACK ON TRACK IN MANCHESTER
19th January 2023. I’ve been sharing a £299 season ticket for City with the boys this season. That’s £15.74 a game to watch what was the best team in the League till we sold our best players to Arsenal as some sort of North-South levelling up. James has been more than me, and seen City… Continue reading BACK ON TRACK IN MANCHESTER
WELL, I STILL LOVE THE CITY ARMS
23rd December 2022. Mrs RM eventually turned up at Manchester’s library (the central one, rather than Rylands or Chetham’s), and thankfully hadn’t bought me a Christmas jumper from Primark. Because she’d lost her purse (left it in the car, detail fans). Matt was just about to finish his last cut; Mrs RM had mysteriously lost… Continue reading WELL, I STILL LOVE THE CITY ARMS
NO BLACK EYE FRIDAY IN CHORLTON
23rd Manchester 2022. We’d paid for our prime site Manchester hotel the night before Christmas Eve (£59, pushing the boat out) and we were going to use it. Or not. Mrs RM had work to do, she’d catch up with me and Matt for tea later. I contemplated the trio of Proper Pubs on Portland… Continue reading NO BLACK EYE FRIDAY IN CHORLTON
“And if a double decker bus, crashes into us…”
….we still have Christmas Eve, Eve in Manchester. 23rd Manchester 2022. Or “Black Eye Friday“, the last working day before Christmas, in my book. A highlight of the year. Except it seemed most folk had packed in work a week early, the lazy sods. Matthew was busy cutting student hair till lunchtime on Christmas Eve,… Continue reading “And if a double decker bus, crashes into us…”
MRS RM CRUELLY DENIED HER BIRTHDAY PINT OF 10.5% IMPERIAL STOUT
16/17th December 2022. While 22 December is clearly the most important day in the year, it behoves a dutiful husband to remember his wife’s birthday and ensure she gets suitably plastered on high strength beer. Mrs RM actually had two goes at that this year, joining James and I in the Walkley Beer Co on… Continue reading MRS RM CRUELLY DENIED HER BIRTHDAY PINT OF 10.5% IMPERIAL STOUT
THE MAGIC OF MARHABA
5th December 2022. I spent the tram journey back from Radcliffe looking at a flurry of comments following the Telegraph article, none of which seemed to be actionable. Back in Manchester, I suddenly fancied a traditional Mancunian boozer. But instead ended up in Fierce, drinking a pint of something murky while I tried to read… Continue reading THE MAGIC OF MARHABA
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