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The brewers in ladybarn was a bit mental in its time!
Manc Scallies from the late 90’s to early millennium really were a different breed. I find the city I went to university in a completely different experience from the one I now know. It’s certainly less intimidating as an outsider now it’s more diverse.
We’d get so much grief as students in Rusholme and Moss Side that we’d get the bus down to Fallowfield and drink there. You needed an NUS card to get in pubs so you’d feel safer. Add in shoulder length hair, baggy jeans and a “posh accent” and they’d use me as currency in The Claremont...
You have a funny view on Manchester mate. I was born in burnage, school in moss side, worked in the building game for 25 years and worked in Ancoats, been to 1000 city and can genuinely say not once have I ever felt unsafe in our city. Honestly not once. And I am a ****.
It’s not because you get a free pass because you come from here, you just learn it’s the norm in some places, tell them to fuck off or have a ruck.I was great friends with a couple from Huddersfield and Crewe based in Withington. They also found the people awful and moved away.
Numerous Blue friends from London or wherever have had dogs abuse at home matches for being Cockneys. There have been some awful people from Manchester over the years.
You’ll never experience it because you’re local. You look right.
It’s not because you get a free pass because you come from here, you just learn it’s the norm in some places, tell them to fuck off or have a ruck.
It’s probably what you get used to growing up, I was drinking in shitholes from about 14, still drink in waves, have a standing joke that there’s a minimum of one killer in there at any one time, makes life interesting.Neither of which are options for me. I don’t speak to people like that.
It’s dying now but there was a deep generational arrogance to Manchester which is now largely over considering the city hasn’t produced anything relevant in a decade. Culture, business etc.
I always found it a place of polar opposites. I knew some wonderful people who’d help you out. I also knew some utter cunts.
Just thought, you didn’t like the royal dyche after Burnley away, none of knuckleheads tried to kill us.Fucking hell I went into waves again today on route to the brexit supporters area out side the midland hotel.
For those that don’t know it this pub is downstairs on Oldham street underneath sachas. I had a pint and I think the locals thought Prince Charles had walked in.
I am still a little messed up from my half hour in there.
What’s your maddest pub experience?
I am seriously struggling with what I witnessed!