Someone who will be nameless just slagged off Bradford on here. And it wasn’t that Coldwell bloke either. I never tire of Bradford and its never-ending quirkily-named suburbs, shown rather poorly on this bit of Navigator. This is the sort of complex geography I spend too much time over. Despite getting its own entry in… Continue reading PUB SNACKS IN WIBSEY
Dick and Dave are keen to see my Halifax piece, which makes three of us then. The last time I visited, to drop my parents off at a wedding near the Big 6, I was rather blown away by Halifax. 25 years ago, the year the Shaymen first dropped out the League, it felt… Continue reading HALIFAX – THE FINAL PIECE IN THE JIGSAW ?
You think of something that goes well with “Frodsham”. I couldn’t. It seems only last Summer I was in Frodsham. And indeed it was. Spookily, I finished the Cheshire GBG entries for 2016 here as well, albeit on a disappointing note. If I’d followed my instincts to pop in Kash 22 last August, I’d have saved… Continue reading FRODSHAM FROLICS
Greetings from Burslem, where I’ve taken a break from a colossal write-up of Carlisle to bring you my reflections on tonight’s events at Old Trafford, which isn’t something you’ll hear me say very often. I was actually in the newish Bursley Ale House when Robbie Williams started “Angels” tonight, enjoying a decent Falstaff Mild while… Continue reading A “MOMENT” WITH ROBBIE & PLUM PORTER