Chethams Library is amazing too. My missus used to work there. She’s at Rylands now.
My gran used to work in what is now the Habitat building near St Anne’s Square. During The Blitz a bomb went through the roof and down the lift shaft. It didn’t go off but the rush of air blew paperwork etc out into the street. She had to help pick it all up.
Wow, thanks for that Harry the spider- I’ll think of that the next time I’m in there 🙂 (post in a non-sarcastic way as its always nice to know snippets like that which will be lost in time one day)..
Pub? Give us some more info- general area, girls present, do you like gritty, etc? There are too many to list otherwise!
I always remember riding down the back of Tottenham Court Road to work (Habitat funnily enough) and looking at the bomb-scarred old Georgian buildings on either side (holes in carved stone filled in but you could see the arc of the blasts)
I think there is an Ale tour – Mark (hinde) has it stuck to his Fridge but it includes The Britons Protection, That green ceramic covered pub round the corner?
The Peveril of the Peak? Yes, GF hates it but hey ho 🙄
The Rising Sun has a beer garden on top? Been there and like it as well. There is a real gem that I introduced Binners to in the Northern Quarter- vinyl seats, thick pile carpets etc….
That (Nag’s Head) is owned by Mr Millions Rustage. He spends the night collecting glasses with his chauffeur driven Roller outside. I see him in Tesco every now and again. He is bright orange.
Ah HTS, its one road over that has the roof terrace- same thick pile carpet. Is Rising Sun on the same road as Evans Cycles? If so the one I mean is one road along- same road as Cafe Nero on the corner.
Some really good photos on there and some brave/nutter posters too when you consider what they get upto.
I never cease to be amazed at what is all around you in the middle of Manchester that only a handful of people know about. This is what the internet was invented for! There’s a lot of stuff on there about the nuclear bunker and you can find where the entrances are.
The Marble – bottom end of Rochdale Road is a micro brewery, The Circus – smallest bar in England? (other side of the road to Yates’) there’s another real ale spot bottom end of Oldham Road on the corner with Great Ancoats St and another across the road on Oldham St. Can’t recall the names but pretty sure Mrs MM could – she’s out though….
edit – also – The Vine Inn and City Arms – both on Kennedy St – both places to go for the beer as opposed to the decor…..
Gotta laugh – i’m a lager drinker but have done the city centre trail more than once with ale drinking buddies….
Just up from the The Peveril of the Peak and is that ex public toilet that stands in the middle of the road- whats it called?
28days later? WOW time to start exploring (read being a nosey fecker) 😆
Ps. Anyone fancy the I BIKE MCR critical mass this Friday at 6pm outside the central Library? NO I own a AWD petrol car and I will be keeping that quiet whilst chatting to stunning Veggie lasses 😉
i was gonna say check out 28dl, couple of me mates from uni are into the urbex scenario, surfing turds in the sewers of manchester (amongst others)
checkout me mate’s blog- http://onetwotwofour.blogspot.com/
in other news anyone see the crane that fell over in town today on oxford road where spar used to be opposite the bbc? class!
That looks fantastic, that old station. I love stuff like that. Reminds me of wandering around Tower House in Whitechapel. A former ‘doss house’ for the very poor, it has now sadly been converted into posh flats. Sacrilege, speshly considering the number of homeless people in the Capital. George Orwell, who lived here for a time, must surely be turning in his grave.
An eerie, desolate place, that was inhabited only by rats and junkies. A mate and I went in, to take pics, and startled a few zombie-like souls. A really sobering experience. There was a teenage girl, with a baby, living amongst all the filth and needles etc.
I remember playing around the old abandoned Docks, before Canary Wharf went up. Of course, we din’t tell our parents! It weren’t that dangerous really, there was only the occasional horrific death of some kid who’d become impaled on a rusty spike or something.
See, youse Northerners have a lot more of that sort of stuff, as every spare bit of land, or derelict building quickly gets developed, down here.
I might have to make a trip oop North, one of these days…