Arriving back in Manchester last Tuesday, I had conflicting feelings. Finally, some great pubiness in Kendal, but only five (5) ticks for me efforts. BRAPA wouldn’t get out of bed on Saturday for five ticks. But Manchester looked glorious, the streets shone, and the holy trinity on Portland Street called. I resisted. Thrillingly, my night… Continue reading A NIGHT IN PICCADILLY
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A VOCATION IN MANCHESTER
Last Tuesday I decided to brave one of those long train journeys, praying that sitting in front of someone for an hour wearing a mask wouldn’t generate a “ping” to put on hold my ticking. The winged lion of Sheffield looked doubtful. The cheapest advance fares (£5.40 single) take you the slow route (1hr 20)… Continue reading A VOCATION IN MANCHESTER
I WANNA BE TEENAGE
A poignant birthday for me, if not Matt (above), as Dad lost his last teenager to the terrifying twenties last Tuesday. There’s loads of great teenage songs, heh ? Well, not much beats the already classic one released last month; Dave “all music stopped in 1979” Southworth had never heard of Olivia, but then I… Continue reading I WANNA BE TEENAGE
SERGIO !
The Sunday after the Champions League Final that I didn’t watch we popped over to Manchester to see Matt and Emma, for no other reason than it was a nice day and Manchester looks spectacular in that sun I always carry with me. I knew you’d want to see my holiday snaps. Matt and James… Continue reading SERGIO !
FIERCE
After my tick I had 2 hours to kill till Matt gave me my second post-Lockdown haircut; you’ll have seen the state of it after a month on BRAPA’s blog. No obvious pre-emptives, but I REALLY wanted to do Fierce Bar, the new Manchester outpost of Aberdeen’s craft kings. that so impressed me 18 months… Continue reading FIERCE
TO MANCHESTER !
Tomorrow the pubs open their doors so that us bloggers will have something more to blog about than complaints about wine gardens and ordering by apps. I can’t wait, and I’d better make a decision about where I’ll be tomorrow. Go on, guess. Some will complain about table service and social distancing remaining in pubs,… Continue reading TO MANCHESTER !
SOD IT, I’M FREEZING
You left me in the Soup Kitchen, with an hour till my overdue hair cut. I suddenly remembered I’d only had a bag of McCoys Salt & Vinegar Ridge Cut crisps for lunch, and frankly if This & That had been open I’d have nipped in there for the Lamb and Spinach. I miss Manchester… Continue reading SOD IT, I’M FREEZING
MANCHESTER – NO ROOM OUTSIDE THE INN
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
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 ?”
