Eagle-eyed readers (that’s you, Bill) may have noticed I hadn’t had a drink yet on the Glorious 12th, and I wasn’t going to get one till Manchester as the Sheffield Tap seating was full when I got back to the station. Bing maps reckon the 56 minute trip across the Peak goes in a perfect… Continue reading MANCHESTER – NO ROOM OUTSIDE THE INN
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HAIRCUT v PUB
No, not a tribute band performing deep cuts from “Pelican West“*, but Part III of “Manchester in the sun” as Matt, Emma, Mrs RM and myself conclude 3 hours worth of mild exploration of the world’s greatest city by re-crossing the Irwell into Spinningfields. The Canary Wharf of the North ? Possibly. This posh office/bar… Continue reading HAIRCUT v PUB
“Where’s the Shambles ?”
I really love walking with Matt. He’s fast, chatty and unlike Stafford Paul sometimes stops when the red man shows at the crossing. But I sometimes forget he’s only nnnnnn19, and doesn’t remember the 2 events that define modern Manchester. By which I mean the closure of Tommy Ducks and the 1996 bomb which forced… Continue reading “Where’s the Shambles ?”
NO RAIN IN MANCHESTER
On Saturday we took advantage of the Government’s permission to leave our house for the first time since Christmas and meet people with long hair outside. A pleasing trip across the Woodhead Pass (A616/628) to Manchester, stopping to admire the bonfire of unread 2021 Beer Guides at Ironbower Moss. Half of east Manchester was heading… Continue reading NO RAIN IN MANCHESTER
SPECIAL MANCHESTER “GUESS THE PUB” EDITION
You may be horrified that my two lads couldn’t identify Frank Sidebottom on the graffitied walls of Newton Street. “Best street in Manchester” says Matt. Is it ? What’s it got, Police Museum, Ezra & Gill ? I felt old. We’d stopped in Manchester on the way home from bucolic Barrow so Matt could give… Continue reading SPECIAL MANCHESTER “GUESS THE PUB” EDITION
BREAKFAST AT THE ASHTON CANAL
On the Sunday morning after that IKEA debacle (rated NLESS* 2, where NLESS 3 is death by spontaneous combustion), I took Mrs RM for a walk round round the Ashton Canal basin, near Matt’s new house (lucky sod). It’s changed a bit since 1849; And is a bit underpubbed (with worse to come). We took… Continue reading BREAKFAST AT THE ASHTON CANAL
STUCK INSIDE OF IKEA WITH THE ASHTON BLUES AGAIN
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
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
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