Just down the road from my home on Didsbury Road, stands a pub on Didsbury Road.
The Dog and Partridge once an estate pub, clean lines, bare brick, fur coat no curtains.
You know the score.
Over time a boozer gets ideas about itself, ends up getting rendered and whitewashed by the Brewery’s guileless gentrifiers, who possess the unwholesome taste of a past their sell by date bag of pound shop crisps.
Not satisfied with the Farrow and Ballisation of our culture, we now have to contend with the Argosifiers too.
Where will it all end?
I’ve never been in, thieves have though!
A masked gang were frightened off from a Stockport pub by the landlord and landlady.
Officers describe the gang as wearing dark clothes and balaclavas and carrying large knives.
Detective Sergeant Geoffrey Machent said: “The landlord and landlady were understandably shocked to be confronted by these three intruders in balaclavas. Thankfully neither of them was hurt, but we want to stop these men from doing this again.”
A stone’s throw from the sweeping curves of the Etihad Stadium and the match day roar, stands The Corner Shop, it’s keg fuelled clientele roaring out an un-muted response to an almost constant stream of Sky Sports.
An implausible brick and tile asymmetric Scandinavian ski-lodge of a boozer, sandwiched between 70’s social housing and a new breed of recent urban redevelopment in the modern manner de jour.
The single storey low angled roof of the main bar area, meets the higher level of the landlord’s living quarters, to form a formidable bunker.
Happily the shutters were up and the light allowed into the open plan, on a day of two conflicted surrounding skies – blue and grey, just about sums it up.