Manchester Venues 79 to 81

Heading into Didsbury Village down Wilmslow Road from the East Didsbury side brings you first to the Crown Pub. This establishment was cited for flouting the COVID rules and was shut down for over a year before recently reopening under new ownership. Nearby to there is the terrific Sangam Indian restaurant which I have frequented many times.

Closer to the metro stop lies the Fletcher Moss pub, previously the Albert, which I must pay homage to as it is a proper old-fashioned boozer with fires on in the winter and a large beer garden to bask in during the summer months. It has always been run by the Hyde’s Brewery and is firmly entrenched in the ‘Blue side of Manchester’ camp, so much so they lay buses to and from the Etihad for Manchester City games on match days.

A hundred yards away on School Lane you would find the Manchester Botanist. This establishment was previously a Wetherspoons pub called the Milson Rhodes before in 2016 becoming the 12th branch of the Botanist chain. The Botanist pubs all have an inviting cosy layout, on my first visit there it was more in the restaurant domain, but they have recently recalibrated to having a larger drinking only area.  

The Milson Rhodes, predecessor to the Botanist. Image Credit ssmcamra.co.uk

I have seen five musical acts here, the first two being a local singer/songwriter called Liam. The third being an unnamed band and the remaining couple being a geezer called Piano Man who tinkled away in the background with laconic deliveries of easy listening cover songs, though he did have a fine singing voice. The last of these attendances was the cold Christmas Eve just passed.

Many of these pubs referenced are quite often listed in either the original or updated Didsbury Dozen. This is a renowned list of twelve commended places to visit though attempting all of them on one evening could be detrimental to your health!

Picking up the route again on Wilmslow Road brings you the Dog and Partridge. Recently Paul Heaton of Housemartins and Beautiful South fame generously placed money behind the bar of 60 pubs to celebrate his 60th birthday, including this establishment. Also, In the last year he ensured the prices at his gig at the Manchester Arena were capped at a reasonable level to consider the impact of the current cost-of-living crisis, much like Billy Bragg did all those years ago where he had stickers on his albums to pay no more than £4.99. All in all, Mr Heaton sounds like a thoroughly decent principled geezer!

Next door is the Dockyard, previously the Stokers where in an extremely busy setting I watched the 2018 World Cup England Quarter and Semi Final matches. The owners at this point also ran their sister pub of the Plough in Heaton Moor.

A couple of strides away is Rudy’s Pizza restaurant which was previously Rafa’s Tapas where on 30/11/17 we perched on seats on the street opposite Manchester Didsbury Library to watch the Christmas light switch on (even Santa arrived on a fire engine!) which also included a set from the Didsbury Brass Ensemble.

Didsbury Library. Image Credit wikimedia.

On the same side of the road as the library is the Station Pub owned by Marston’s brewery where they host music three nights a week, but I have not yet seen an act play there but I have sampled their fine Guinness and sat in their cosy back room watching the Masters Golf.

Opposite there is the Manchester Head of Steam, a pub chain of eight venues created in 1995 that is owned by Cameron’s Brewery based up in Hartlepool. The Didsbury branch opened in February 2018, and I twice have seen a young folk singer called Callum Rory Norton play there.

Gigs from Abroad Part 5 – Australia Part 1

In February 2007, we were highly fortunate to head out on a month-long trek to Australia. On our outward leg we stopped off at Hong Kong and soaked up the culture of this vibrant city, heading up to the Peak and sampling some terrific food. The time/weather gap was best exemplified when we were in a bar drinking Tsingtao near the river at 9pm on a sweltering evening and a TV in the corner was showing the lunchtime Merseyside derby from a freezing snow-clad Anfield.

We flew onto Melbourne and then drove the Great Ocean Road whilst playing some Husker Du before heading north to Sydney. En route we stopped at various motels including staying in a small hamlet called Marlo. On arrival there, we were taken aback as the end of the track brought us to a hotel on stilts just before the sea. Visions of the Deliverance movie sprang to mind, but they could not have been more friendly and fresh fish and a crisp bottle of Oyster Bay whilst watching the sunset completed a fine evening.

Further up the coast we stopped early one morning at a beach where kangaroos sometimes resided. We unfortunately didn’t witness any roos but did hear some suspect rustling in the undergrowth before a giant lizard peaked his head out, suffice to say we left it to its own devices!  

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I did not see this particular kangaroo! Image Credit pinterest.

We undertook all the requisite tourist activities in Sydney, including a tour of the Opera House and its atmospheric concert hall, a trip to the Blue Mountains and in the incongruous location of a shopping arcade basement I sampled the finest ever Laksa I have encountered in my life. Sydney was a vibrant, enjoyable yet infinitely smaller city than I had envisaged it would be. We then flew onto Hamilton Island which was a gateway to the Great Barrier Reef where the main mode of transport was little golf buggies and the occasional bus.

Nearby our accommodation was the Reef View Hotel Bar where we one night we were having an aperitif and a chap called Piano Man started tinkling away. It was low quality loungecore and we escaped as soon as we were able. We undertook a brief stopover in Singapore on the way home. Quaffing a Singapore Sling in the famous Raffles Bar, a trip to the slightly surreal Sentosa Island and visits to a couple of the numerous fantastic food halls completed a rather excellent holiday.

Our earlier initial jet lagged arrival in Melbourne was around midnight and when the taxi landed in St Kilda our first sight was of a couple of lads spilling out of a local pub and brawling on the grass – welcome to Australia! The following day we caught one of the archaic trundling trams into the city, where we had our first ever drink in a bar opposite Flinders Street station, which felt like a landmark moment as you are literally at the other end of the globe.

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Melbourne Tram circa 2007. Image Credit youtube.com

Melbourne was a pleasant bohemian style city though many of the pubs seemed without local knowledge to be hidden in basements, so much so one night we encountered a Scottish chap who upon hearing our accents, politely enquired ‘Where are all the f%@$*£g bars in this toon’?