SEVEN SAM SMITHS SIZZLERS

Bass pubs are fine, but I know what you’re really after* is some photos of Sir Humphrey’s homages to an Edwardian era. With Dickensian working conditions. There’s been a tiny difficulty capturing the majesty of Sam’s pubs of late. But you can get round the mobile phone ban one way; and I’d like you to… Continue reading SEVEN SAM SMITHS SIZZLERS

STALKING BRAPA IN HIPSTER YORK

Simon reported his Sainsbury delivery van was on the way, so once he’d unpacked the Scandinavian avocado and Grimsby quinoa he’d be ready for a pint at somewhere new and exciting over the river. Simon lives in the hipster quarter (over-40 section) of course and would normally have been found in the Forty-Five Vinyl Cafe… Continue reading STALKING BRAPA IN HIPSTER YORK

YOU’RE MY-YY-YY, YOU’RE MY FAVOURITE WEASTE OF TIME

Back to my Birthday.  With any luck I’ll finish this mini-series before my next one. I think you know the route by now, a zigzag through Castlefield and Salford Quays into the glories of Greater Eccles. Clearly, I should have gone straight to bed and listened to the Match of the Day inquest on the… Continue reading YOU’RE MY-YY-YY, YOU’RE MY FAVOURITE WEASTE OF TIME