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
Tag: Piccadilly
WHIPPING PICCADILLY (INDUSTRIAL ESTATES)
Only another 137 posts (conservative estimate) and I’ll have caught up with the blog at last. More importantly, only another ten and you’ll know about the alpaca farm. 22 September 2022. Scarily, this was the last time I had my hair cut until this Tuesday. Matthew is so busy at Helvete he hasn’t been able… Continue reading WHIPPING PICCADILLY (INDUSTRIAL ESTATES)
BACK TO BEATNIKZ
Eagle-eyed readers (probably just Leon) will note I had a notional 24 minutes between trains at Manchester, though you can knock 5 minutes off that as people are so SLOW getting off the train and out of the station. Don’t they know there are pubs to be saved. Any sensible person would have popped in… Continue reading BACK TO BEATNIKZ
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 !
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
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