Not sure how but i found myself in Blackley after a game one sunday evening.
Spotted a boozer with a big sign on it advertising Curry goat. Gagging for another pint and being hank marvin i went in. Empty in one bar, gang of scrotes in the other. Ordered a pint and sat down in the empty bar. After a stream of friendly locals had asked what i was doing in there or if i was 'looking for business' i thought i better get my food and fuck off. Asked the lovely landlady for a taxi number only to be informed taxis won't pick anyone up from there.
I set off walking, clueless as to where i was, and a car pulled up and told me to get in. The landlady had sent her son to pick me up before her 'regulars' got hold of me.
Pebble-dashed, flat roof Holts' boozer (i think).