It probably won’t have escaped your notice that I wasn’t born and bred in Manchester (and surrounding areas). I mean, the clue’s in the name. Growing up on the Fylde Coast until moving to Manchester in 2000, I was excited to find my two worlds colliding in the form of a fabulous fish restaurant. MarpleContinue reading “The Fisherman’s Table – pull up a seat as Marple favourite introduces sister restaurant to Poulton-le-Fylde”
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Preview: Jackie Kay – She’s coming HOME…
Scottish writer, poet and patron of HOME Mcr, Jackie Kay, is heading back to Manchester and bringing with her, the gift of theatre! September 2019 will see Red Dust Road, Jackie’s memoir of her life growing up as a mixed race adopted Scot, brought to life on stage at HOME, after its premiere at theContinue reading “Preview: Jackie Kay – She’s coming HOME…”
Madama Butterfly 🦋 Fatal Passions and Attraction
I last wrote about this topic (in more detail)in my dissertation in the year cough cough etc. You understand my entire dissertation wasn’t based on Michael Douglas but a small portion of it. I don’t have a degree in Michael Douglas. I focussed on the femme fatale on film and how feminist theory has beenContinue reading “Madama Butterfly 🦋 Fatal Passions and Attraction”
Manchester plays host to Fizz Club – cava load of this! (sorry)
I’ve been a member of a number of clubs in my life. Chess club, book club, netball club, Never has my enthusiasm been so strong, my interest piqued so much, my commitment been so absolute than for this particular club I’m proud to be a member of. That of course is Fizz Club, as broughtContinue reading “Manchester plays host to Fizz Club – cava load of this! (sorry)”
All aboard for Brief Encounter – destination West End, first stop Salford…
I’ve been commuting since I was 12 years old, getting the bus to school, 2.9miles away (that 0.1 is very important given that it disqualified me from the free bus pass that the elusive and illustrious 3 mile commute brought you). Buses gave way to trains once starting uni and then work, and I seriouslyContinue reading “All aboard for Brief Encounter – destination West End, first stop Salford…”
eXchange Food and Drink Lounge – call me ☎️
It’s a rare day I pick up when my phone rings. It’s a hell freezes over day I call someone else. I’m not a monster, a social pariah, arrogance personified. I guess you could call me the ultimate screener. But it’s not through a sense of selecting who I want to talk to. It’s moreContinue reading “eXchange Food and Drink Lounge – call me ☎️”
*MCR Event* Burns Night in style – Chivas Regal with Paul Smith
Dear old Rabbi Burns Chivas Regal celebrated Burns Night at Paul Smith on Cathedral Street this year. Whisky never tasted so stylish…
My Manchester in 2017 – in pictures
The highs, the lows and the love that stemmed. Beautiful Manchester. .
Bowled over by the Hilton
Brought up by cricket-loving parents. I can boast that I was there at the infamous Headingley Test in 1981. I was barely stringing a sentence together given my young years what’s new? (Good one, me. Who just wrote that too. About me) … but I was there. And so with that grounding, I had noContinue reading “Bowled over by the Hilton”
The Tram Tribes – a Manchester subculture.
The Manchester Metrolink. It has its knockers but I’m a fan and think, in general, it’s pretty good. Pretty good doesn’t include when it terminates early at Timperley or Navigation Road (Alty commuters, right?). But as a service, it mostly works. Whilst crowding and cancellations can drive you to the brink at times (or not, ifContinue reading “The Tram Tribes – a Manchester subculture. “
Mancs vs Food – aka my Saucy Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday. You wake up in the morning, you’ve got to read all the papers, the kids are running around, you’ve got to mow the lawn, wash the car, and you think Sunday. Bloody Sunday With a few adjustments to the woes listed by Alan Partridge , I often do think the same. They’reContinue reading “Mancs vs Food – aka my Saucy Sunday “
Brasserie Abode – bringing it home.
It was on a balmy night in Manchester when Brasserie Abode threw open its doors, banged on its bongos and welcomed Manchester into its loving, refurbished arms. If the recently rebranded bar and restaurant is anything like its welcome party, us mancs (born and honorary) are in for a treat. Last Thursday I got aContinue reading “Brasserie Abode – bringing it home.”