The
shortness of life, so often lamented, may be the best thing about it.
-Arthur
Schopenhauer, German philosopher
For
whatever reason- be it everyone being broke (the mostly likely
explanation), people becoming fitness nuts, or you realising that
alcohol is a depressant and a serious hindrance to your life, or it
just being cold as fuck in Manchester- there's been a massacre of
bars in the city centre. They're closing at a horrendous rate.
Rosylee, Hula, Tusk, Walrus, Fitzgerald, Blue Pig, Lazy Lizard,
Manchester House, The Rabbit, Artisan, plus restaurants like Byron,
CAU and Prezzo have all folded. Artisan and Fitzgerald I'll miss
hugely. They were favourites.
There'll
probably be a lot more to follow. People want more than just a room
serving alcohol, no matter how you dress it up. There are, and have
been for a long time, more bars than people going out to populate
them. That's why I expect ventures like Base Manchester, a bar with baseball batting
cages, to take off. Or Chill Factore, the Trafford Park-based
indoor ski slope. Or Junkyard Golf,
or Circuit Dating, or
basically any other pastime that isn't just standing around in a bar
scoping out reality TV bimbos or overpaid footballers.
Not
that there's anything wrong with that.
Side
issue, but Dom Lever from Love Island liked my tweet.
Also,
following the theme of excess, I've finished off a little sample
bottle of Auchentoshan and eaten my bodyweight in Chinese food at
Tops Buffet.
I
have another post specifically about alcohol, or lack thereof, in the
pipeline.
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