Monday, 21 April 2025

One and a Quarter Million

Comic Con Liverpool is the weekend after next. I still haven’t bought tickets. The cast of Aliens and the cast of Starship Troopers are on the roster. Incredible. The money I could spend doesn’t bear thinking about. I need to make a decision about who I’ll meet. Hopefully a lot will have sold out, ruling out the tempattion to splurge £400. 

I’m on TOIL Friday. Thursday night I’m planning to do… something social. I can’t just do chinups and watch DVDs. What is there on a Thursday to do? Reddit suggests Northern Quarter. I’m still planning this. But I have slammed up a Meetup in the hope that someone else will voice some ideas. Albert’s Schloss is looking likely. 

I’m also on TOIL on Monday 28th, but Sunday nights look suspiciously quiet too. More so this week as we’ve just had a bank holiday. Can I be arsed putting up another meetup? I dunno. 

I hit a million and a quarter hits on the blog this week. Good going considering the million mark only came in April ‘23, and I’ve been blogging on this platform since 2008. I must have done something right. Maybe the months of Teeline shorthand and touchtyping have paid off.

Sunday, 20 April 2025

Finally met with Manchester Social

Last month I blogged here and here about Manchester Social, an online group organising in-person meets for food and nights out etc. I described how, at an event I wasn’t at, there was some kind of fallout between attendees, and a breakaway group formed that I for some reason got invited to. I met with them a couple of times, but they really weren’t my kind of people. Not for any particular reason, but they didn’t seem to be any kind of people at all – a mishmash of different personality types and no real interest in doing anything I wanted to do. 

So I left the WhatsApp chat. 

Meanwhile, Manchester Social was growing in popularity and were putting up different nights out, food events and other outings. I kept an eye on their Discord page, where people were interacting and planning. I’ve a strong interest in the idea of people meeting online, and then in person, based on shared interests. So, when a site emerges to compete with the Manchester Meetup scene, I’m going to look into it. I gather Discord is a like a message board, mostly for videogames. Their icon looks like a console controller. 

I had a browse through Manchester Social’s Discord, steadily getting my head around the platform. A lot of their planned events either weren’t my thing, or clashed with Meetups I was running with Manchester Nightlife

Eventually, a night out was uploaded for Maundy Thursday, starting in Wolf at the Door in Northern Quarter. I met with the organiser and a few regulars. One attendee had actually come to one of my meetups before Christmas and had told me about Manchester Social, hence my involvement in all this. Wolf at the Door did good food.

 

Took ages to get served, but it tasted good. Had a good chat with the organiser about all the drama with this breakaway group that I don’t even speak to any more, that occurred on a night when I wasn’t even there. It seemed like we might get on. 

We moved to Freemount, a large pub on that recently moved from one Oldham St location to another. Wasn’t my kinda place before, isn’t now. Too loud. We didn’t stay long, so I can’t have been the only one feeling that way. 

Affleck and Brown had a live band on. Too crowded and overpriced, but we found a table to chat. People seemed cool. 

Not long after this, though, the decision was made to go to Moon under the Water, a Wetherspoons pub on Deansgate – a bit of a walk away – as it’s cheap and everyone was broke. Once we got there, I explained to them that the pennies you save on a pint you more than pay for with your reputation. They all seemed totally oblivious to CEO Tim Martin’s shit behaviour during the pandemic. I also mentioned I was an essential worker during this time, working in admin dealing with clients who were mostly 50-75, who were largely massacred by the bastard Tory government. 

So I bailed at 10pm. 

I’ve kept an eye on the Discord. It seemed after Moon under the Water they moved on to Satan’s Hollow, another atrocious shithole, some rock place, and a load of them for some reason got kicked out. 

Again, another online social system attracting people with limited social skills, all bouncing off each other. And yes, I fully get the hypocrisy: I run 3 Meetup groups, and haven’t had many repeat attendees across them. But that’s where my efforts are going to go. 

So yeah, give Manchester Social a shot if you want, but I won’t again.

Saturday, 19 April 2025

Roasted Red Cabbage

 

This time, Roasted Red Cabbage with Crisp Garlic Croutons, Apple, Raisins & Lamb’s Lettuce. It’s a fairly simple recipe from Rukmini Iyer’s The Green Roasting Tin. 

I couldn’t find (nor had heard of) lamb’s lettuce, so used regular iceberg. Should have been 35 mins overall. Took me an hour and 10. 

Verdict: average. Struggling to find new vegan food that I genuinely enjoy.

Monday, 14 April 2025

Easter Incoming

Grelhados restaurant opens tonight in Oldham, on Lees Rd. So the sign says. I can’t find any social media presence and they’ve delayed their opening night by 2 weeks already. Let’s see what happens. 

Wednesday: alcohol free bar Hinterland is hosting Death Cafe, a discussion night exploring the theme of death. See more on I Love Manchester. Reserve a free spot via Eventbrite.  

Friday night: WeRoad returns to Deansgate’s Box bar for more chat and mingling. I’ll probably go with the intention of poaching people to my own group. 

Speaking of… Saturday night: Manchester Nightlife heads to Flatiron steak house for wagyu tender steak, cocktails and nearby bars. The time needs to be established as of yet due to the restaurant’s availability, but we’ll settle a time eventually. It’ll be my first visit. 

No plans for Easter Sunday but it’d be great to get out then too.

Sunday, 13 April 2025

Steaming last night in the Northern Quarter.

Last night of drinking before a hard diet, lasting pretty much until the end of May. Went to Washhouse with Manchester Nightlife last night. A Laundrette facade leads to an intimate bar with bizarre cocktails. You missed out. Started in Roxy Ballroom, in the former Birdcage unit. This season, their cocktails have a conspiracy theme. 

 


Tried Affleck and Brown. Horrible live music, unjustifiably dear cocktails, too crowded. Ended up in 70s porn chic bar Behind Closed Doors, having… more cocktails. 

 

Saturday, 12 April 2025

Holiday fit

Just looking over my ‘Before 43’ bucket list. Damn, I am BEHIND. 

10) is to get back into the suit trousers again. I’ve got a family holiday in a month, along with 2 conventions, so it’d be great to beat that one by then. I need to be 72kg. I’m 80. I’ll get drunk tonight, then it will be a month of militant fasting, breaking gym records and following recipes. I managed it in November ‘22 – I can do it now. 

The plan: 

No more junk food, just recipes and intermittent fasting.

Lose 8kg 

Beat the overhand chinup record 

Beat the underhand chinup record 

Beat the bench press record 

Beat my local 5km run record 

 

Now excuse me while I get steaming with Manchester Nightlife Meetup group.

Monday, 7 April 2025

Brain Injury Chat and Cocktails

2 meetups this week: 

Manchester Psychology Social Group returns, this time in the new venue of Blank St Coffee in Piccadilly Gardens, Thursday night. Theme: Acquired Brain Injury chat, with a bite to eat too. I’d love to hear your perspectives on this if it’s something you’re interested in. 

Saturday night: Cocktails in The Washhouse with Manchester Nightlife. It may look like a laundrette from the exterior, but it’s a haven of quirkily-named alcoholic drinks in a small, intimate setting. Last night drinking for me before I hammer myself into shape for a holiday next month.

Sunday, 6 April 2025

Halina Rice, WeRoad, Hype Drive

Early this week, DJ Halina Rice liked my pic and sent me a nice message re the blog post. 

Friday night: seeing friends and meeting new people at the WeRoad meetup in Taphouse. Look at all this pizza. That’s, I’d say, about a metre diameter of margarita.

 

Saturday night: House music in Ashton’s Nico Ditch bar with the Hype/Drive team. Great music and atmos.

Saturday, 5 April 2025

I am Now a Samsung Galaxy Man

A good solid smartphone is an essential for most people these days, but more so when you have memory difficulties. I held out with my last phone for 3 years, but it was time to move on. 

I wanted a SIM-free handset of a similar size to my Nokia X20, on Android, under £300, with tons of storage and a good solid camera. I singled out the Samsung Galaxy A55, and I’ve now been using it since 6th December. How does it hold up? 

The A55 is thicker than my X20, but shorter and wider, which I think I prefer. The first thing I’d recommend: buy a cover and case for the phone ASAP. The metal scratches easily, and the three rear cameras protrude a lot and causes the phone to rock when resting on a hard surface. It can slip out of your pocket easily when driving. A good plastic case and screen protector prevent a lot of this. Screen protector added or not, the A55 has a habit of throwing in some wild predictive text results. The spellcheck is remembering these typos and suggesting these instead of the correct spellings. The screen protector also stops gloves from working, the type of smartphone gloves that were developed to be used with phone screens. The clock timer only allows you to save 3 times from which the timer can count down. If you routinely use 4, you’re going to have to keep typing them back in. 

The Omninotes app for some reason requires a password, which I have set up. I don’t know whether I’ve developed sausage fingers in my 40s, but I’m putting this password in and it really depends what mood the phone is in as to whether it’ll accept it. I’m somehow, seemingly, not getting this password right every time. I didn’t have this problem on other phones. 

Like many new phones, there’s no mini jack port, so I use Wi-Fi headphones but I can’t get music to play through my car speakers. Doesn’t look like that’s a possibility at all now. No Wi-Fi in my car. The phone's built-in speakers are okay, but there’s no bass. 

Issues aside, the A55 is storing everything I need, the 4 cameras are more than I have use for – the strongest is 50MP – and the 2.75GHz processor allows quick navigation between apps. These days a lot of smartphones are starting to become homogeneous – they’re either Apple or Android – and to stay afloat, they all need to have the same functions or they’ll die out (You seeing this, Windows? Of course not). It’s difficult for me to say anything about the A55 that isn’t available on other platforms or models. I can’t compare it to an iPhone because I’ve never had one. I don’t want to shell out that much, and I’ve been wisely advised to stick to what I know, which is Android. 

Since 2010, smartphones have revolutionised my life and – for a large part – have made my memory difficulties unnoticeable to most people. It’s allowed me to store the information I need in written and pictorial form, in the calendar, notes app and even allows me to search WhatsApp conversations. 

I can see myself using Samsung Galaxy for the foreseeable.

Tuesday, 1 April 2025

Tattoo Tea Party

 

There’s already the gentle buzzing of several tattoo guns overlapping each other as I walk through the entrance of Manchester Central, what was the GMEX, as the building fills up with visitors. It’s Saturday 29th, and I’m at the Tattoo Tea Party, an annual convention held under the domed roof of the former train station. Hundreds of tattoo artists have set up stall already and have clients in sitting or lying positions, adorning them with ink. It’s my first tattoo convention. (I shot this in landscape and my Samsung Galaxy A55 annoyingly chose to capture in portrait. 

 

Throughout the day: tattooing, fire performers, jugglers (one of whom bore a striking resemblance to Howard off Better Call Saul, or Patrick Fabian), stilt walkers, dodgems, a Ferris wheel and body paint displays. 

The patrons roll in, mostly dressed in clingy black and tattooed already – not unlike myself, to be fair. My local tattooists Amanda (who did my dopamine and serotonin tattoos a couple of years ago) and Mike from Inkin have a stall, although it takes me hours of methodical wondering around to find them. Some of the stalls were numbered, some not. They were right near the door, too. A busy stall. I didn’t get a chance to say hi. I thought I might get one, but I guess that’s for another day.

 

Will Frow

 

 Fuel Girls

 

 

 

 

  A unique experience. Tattoo Tea Party will more than likely be back next year.



The geisha is Aurora Chen

















Will Frow