The Lorimers Arms – Collyhurst

Lorimers Arms Osborne Street Collyhurst Manchester M40 7PZ

The Lorimers Arms was an estate pub that was situated in between Rochdale and Oldham roads in the Collyhurst area of Manchester. The pub had two rooms with a fairly basic bar and a more comfortable lounge, I had a drink in the bar which was a decent enough room to have a drink in.

When I visited this pub it was a Vaux tied house and there were no real ales on the bar, I had a drink of keg Samson bitter and this was a pretty poor drink. The pub is still standing but has closed down and been converted to other use.

Yet another Manchester pub to close down.

Alan Winfield

Typical of its time, developed to meet the needs of the new estates which replaced the slum clearance of the Sixties, in an area surrounded by industry.

Once home to the Osborne Street Baths and Wash House, and a pub of an earlier age – The Osborne, still standing – ceased trading.

Manchester LocaI image Collection

Photo – Gene Hunt

Much of this is now gone – the buildings the people and the work.

The pub had briefly become the centre for a telephone chatline service, prior to its current use as a place of worship – for the Christ Temple International Church

I chatted for a while with Kath who lives opposite, she had been a barmaid in the vault at Billy Greens.

Boarded up and then demolished.

We recalled pubs long gone and the loss of trade:

The folks that drank in there have all passed on, The Vine is still open but nobody goes in there. We have to go into Town but it’s dearer there, I like the Millstone and the Wheatsheaf.

Thanks for taking time to chat, at a distance – in these troubled times.

All pubs for the moment are a thing of the past.

Here’s a snapshot or two of a long gone pub:

The Apollo Inn

2 Varley Street Miles Platting Manchester M40 8EE

The national divinity of the Greeks, Apollo has been variously recognized as a god of archery, music and dance, truth and prophecy, healing and diseases, the sun and light, poetry, and more. 

Better known to us through the NASA space programme, from whom I assume the Inn got its name – we were rocket mad in those days.

Many thanks to Mr David Dunnico and his photograph for confirming my suspicions – whatever happened to the sign one wonders?

For after all pubs are by their nature Dionysian relating to the sensual, spontaneous, and emotional aspects of human nature rather than the more rational and ordered Apollonian – enough however of Teutonic dialectics.

The area having been cleared of it victorian terraces.

Then proceeds to reconstitute itself with a surprising space-age alacrity.

Apollo son of Leto and Zeus is born with a big block of flats for company.

A typically functionalist boozer with a two storey pitched roof home at its core with outrigger bars and commodious car park.

Thanks again to Alan Winfield for his neat appraisal:

An  estate pub that had a large block of flats next to it. The pub had two rooms, I had a drink in the bar which had a very rough edge to it. The Apollo was a Boddington’s tied house so I was pleased, there were two real ales on, I had a drink of Boddington’s Mild which was a nice drink, there was also Boddington’s Bitter on.

Sadly now closed down.

A familiar tale of demolition and rebuilding, empty plots of land, shifting demographics and economic downturns, state enforced austerity and stasis.

Welcome to the low paid, low skilled world of the tinned up local.

The unnatural history which fails to learn from itself and endlessly repeats ad nauseam.

The land of buddleia, barbed wire, ragwort, willow herb and grass cracked tarmac.

The final indignity the theft of your apron of paving stones.

A suspected thief was spotted ripping up nearly 200 flagstones and loading them into a shopping trolley.

He took his time tearing up the paving stones from the front of a derelict pub in Miles Platting.

A Police Community Support Officer spotted the suspected thief pushing a trolley loaded with flagstones away from The Apollo pub on Varley Street.

One local resident said: They’ll take anything round here if it’s not nailed down.

Cleaner Claire Bevan, 38, a mother-of-two, said: I’ve heard about a lot of things but never that.

Desperate times call for desperate measures, I suppose.