The Printworks, Manchester, with fifteen of the tackiest bars and restaurants under one roof, is quite a magnet for scantily clad teens, premiership footballers (there’s even a player’s lounge in Pure) and Coronation Street stars: a 24 hour thing boasts the blurb.
This pic was taken at 6.52am. I feel a letter to Trading Standards coming on: where’s the party?
Read the small print and you’ll learn that while Pure closes at 5am, Holmes Place doesn’t open until 6am. What to do for that missing hour? This posted via mobile via Flickr and so not so closely proofread. Click the pic to see it large (there’s an ‘all-sizes’ tab for really large).
‘I’m too stupid to read road signs… they had no theory test in my day!’
Hanging around Chorlton Bus Station, you could easily miss the bus wars that have brought Manchester city centre to a halt. Dispersed among the suburbs the busses continue to meander slowly, taking their time over delivering commuters from A to B. You’d think a bus war would bring – albeit temporarily – a wealth of busses providing a suddenly frequent low cost service. But no.
And while the latest farce proves deregulation has failed, the city centre’s inability to cope with the busses required for this infrequent service would seem to prove that we will never have a decent bus service.
The video evidence shows many are well aware of the three foot telescopic bollards that have wrecked their vehicles. I’ve spliced my favourite two incidents together. We have the woman in the white coat who seems to appeal to passers-by: ‘I’m too stupid to read road signs… they had no theory test in my day!’
She than backs out for a bus and wrecks her car trying to tailgate. (Note too how the evil bus driver moves off as the punter alights.) Then there’s the 4X4 driver who hits the gas to dramatic effect.
It is a personal tragedy that Greg Barker has taken the line he has against the background of a losing battle with his own sexuality. But more importantly, that his public homophobia may be an extension of this private battle is a civic tragedy.
If Conservatives had to live by the morality they seek to impose on others, there would be far fewer Conservatives.
Looks like Sainsbury’s may be taking this ‘try something new today’ thing a bit far. Look what they’re proposing for the humble egg. Omelettes come frozen in packets or maybe in some powder form (just add water). Worse, I notice McCain oven chips now come with a ‘potato promise’ which goes on about how passionate McCain are about using ‘real food’ in their products, like making chips with potato. The world’s gone mad. It’s time to clip that Jamie Oliver’s wings. As Boris Johnson says: ‘let them eat junk’.
As if that’s not enough, I notice Arthur’s Felix Crisp has been repackaged. In a retrograde step it no longer comes with a handy indicator thingy to let you know when to buy more. And rather suspiciously it’s now a crispy topping ‘With Delicious Meat’ rather than a crunchy topping ‘With Tasty Meat’. I guess tasty need not be delicious. The little feller’s taking no chances: he’s left it in the bowl. This posted via mobile via Flickr and so not so closely proofread. Click the pic to see it large (there’s an ‘all-sizes’ tab for really large).
Frame it right and Chorlton Green Chip Shop looks like a country pub in need of a little TLC. Sadly it never was much of a chippy, but does benefit from a sit-down restaurant area. And I reckon that this is the best site in Manchester (bar the city centre) on which to open a restaurant of any description.
We’re on the end of Beech Road, with its already thriving bar and restaurant scene to guarantee a passing trade of people who will notice. And add to that, we’re actually on the Green and that must beat even Marmalade’s Michelin listing. Some up-market New British cuisine would do exceptionally well here and I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before someone seizes the opportunity, puts the kitchen upstairs to expand the dining room, gives it a lick of paint and hey presto! This posted via mobile via Flickr and so not so closely proofread. Click the pic to see it large (there’s an ‘all-sizes’ tab for really large).
I remember a small campaign to save Cannon Street, over which the new Arndale Wintergarden has been built, despite all its undoubted scruffiness. And the good people of Manchester were promised something rather special, I’m sure, something more than just another mall. I’m certain there was talk of Palm Trees and the like. A quiet oasis to which weary shoppers could escape. Oh well. This posted via mobile via Flickr and so not so closely proofread. Click the pic to see it large (there’s an ‘all-sizes’ tab for really large).
Manchester’s favourite cult figure the www Sabi Rock Man has finally revealed himself. Some of us have been looking out for him for months: I’ve posted pics from under railway bridges and near Strangeways both of which increased my email, without explanation.
The Express is unafraid to lie in the pursuit of hate and its sister paper, the Daily Star, was hoping to boost circulation with a daily fatwa feature likely, say the NUJ journalists who should know, to breach the union’s code of conduct by ‘encourag[ing] discrimination and hatred in our society’. NUJ members have indeed acted well on this occasion, understandably fearing ‘violent and dangerous reprisals from religious fanatics’.
Nevertheless, had they gone ahead it would have been hard to regret the burning out of Express Newspapers and it’s sad that only when faced with the threat of violence do some journalists remember their ethics.
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The Printworks, Manchester, with fifteen of the tackiest bars and restaurants under one roof, is quite a magnet for scantily clad teens, premiership footballers (there’s even a player’s lounge in Pure) and Coronation Street stars: a 24 hour thing boasts the blurb.
