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Stalybridge Station – 22nd February 2019

I took these pictures, when I visited Stalybridge station earlier this year.

Note that there appears to be no electrification.

But there is an extremely good real ale hostelry.

February 22, 2019 Posted by | Food, Transport | , , , | 1 Comment

The Corner House, Newmarket Road, Cambridge

After the CT Scan, I was dropped at the Park and Ride in Cambridge and took the bus into the city centre.  I had the intention of seeing the film, Made in Dagenham before going to see Ipswich play Northampton in the evening.

This pub caught my eye from the bus and you can see why in the picture.

The Corner House Pub, Cambridge

You probably can’t see it in this small photo, but under the “Home Cooked Food” banner, it also says “Including Gluten Free”.

Now I’ve never seen any establishment, broadcast that fact in so large letters. Certainly, if you were looking for a gluten-free meal and you were driving past, you’d take notice and might try it.  They do have a web site.

Perhaps, the message is getting through.

October 27, 2010 Posted by | Food | , , | Leave a comment

The Levington Ship

On the way back from Felixstowe, we stopped for a glass of Aspalls at the Levington Ship.

The Levington Ship

We actually arrived at the time I needed to take my Warfarin, so I asked the landlord for a glass of tapwater.  IT was no problem.

But then you’d expect that sort of sdervice from a pub that serves beer in the traditional Suffolk way by gravity.

Gravity Fed Adnams

June 29, 2010 Posted by | Health, Transport | , , | Leave a comment

The Missing Sock

The Missing Sock is a strange name for a pub and it the new name of the old Prince Albert at Quy.

The Missing Sock

I did pop in after a game of tennis to enquire if they could do gluten-free food.  Not sure if they are clued up or not!

But I’ll give them a try.

I do wonder though, if the amount of money they have spent on the pub might be wasted, as after all it is a pub you drive to and it may just be too remote.  But they know about pubs and I don’t.

April 25, 2010 Posted by | Food, World | , | Leave a comment


I don’t go down the pub very often.  Especially, if I’m by myself!  But on Saturday night after the rather disappointing goal-less draw against Leicester, I went for a drink in the sun at one of my favourite pubs, The Woolpack in Ipswich.

The Woolpack, Ipswich

The Woolpack, Ipswich

It is a good and friendly pub, and there were several of my old friends there, from when I lived just north of the town.  It is also better on a sunny day, as there are plenty of seats outside.

It also serves draught Aspell Cyder, which is always a very good reason to visit the pub.  They will also serve it without the silly special glass, that Aspall promote.

August 17, 2009 Posted by | Food | , | Leave a comment

Tommy Ducks, Manchester

Having been to Manchester a couple of times lately and especially a few of my memories of the city start to return.  Years ago, I worked with a salesman called Brian Birtwistle and I think it was him, who took me to a pub called Tommy Ducks.  I seemed to remember that it some bizarre decor and that ladies were invited to donate their knickers and these were then promptly nailed to the ceiling by the landlord. 

Initial searches with Google didn’t seem to find anything, but after changing the terms a bit I found this on Sigma Leisure Books.

It is 100 Barbirolli Square (not 101). It should be recorded that this building stands on the site of ‘Tommy Duck’s’, one of the great pubs of Manchester. It was located in a late eighteenth century house, and got its name in a most singular way. A signwriter was inscribing the name of the landlord, one Thomas Duckworth, on the fascia boarding – but ran out of space. Thus ‘Duckworth’s’ became ‘Duck’s’! In its final incarnation, the interior was unique, owing nothing whatsoever to a ‘designer’ but deriving from the interests and eccentricities of the landlord and his cronies. There was a priceless collection of Victorian theatre and music hall posters, a skeleton within a glass lidded coffin, and the ‘piece de resistance’, a ceiling covered with a fine collection of ladies knickers. These ranged from the skimpiest pieces of lace to capacious ‘bloomers’. (Female regulars were asked to donate a pair, which was duly autographed, dated, and pinned up with due ceremony.) A raid by a group of women who were determined to reclaim them soon passed into the city’s folklore. Sadly, the pub was demolished in a rather dubious episode. It is said that the perpetrators were fined for knocking down a listed structure without consent. ‘Hanging, drawing, and quartering’ would have been more appropriate.

There is also a picture on Flickr.

My memory says that whilst we were drinking in the pub, a lady was asked to donate and the due ceremony took place.  It’s probably been upgraded with the passage of time!

They don’t make pubs like that anymore.

July 8, 2009 Posted by | Transport | , , | 14 Comments