Tuesday, 7 July 2026

Edclub Typing

 

With less than a month to my birthday, it’s about time I looked back at my ‘before 44’ list and tried to squeeze in another challenge. After doing a fitness project last time, I fancy something a bit more studious. 

Revisiting touchtyping is a good one as I spend a chunk of time sat in front of a keyboard. Last time I used BBC Dance Mat, a touchtyping package from The Beeb aimed at primary school kids. It still got me further on than I was, and my speed improved. I got from 40 to 47 WPM.  Today, I’ve stumbled upon Edclub, another online touchtyping package, which is a little more grown up and plain. It’ll do. Here we go… 

Before my birthday, The Commonwealth Games starts on the 23rd July, so I’d like to do a fitness project in line with that, meaning that date should be the deadline for this touchtype challenge. I wondered if I can beat that PB before then. 

I’ve had a crack at Edclub, starting at 34 WPM, and managing to hit 72 very briefly. A quick google suggests 60-90 WPM is a professional benchmark. So, I’ve actually beat my target before I’ve even started the project. My new self-imposed challenge – see how fast I can get before the opening ceremony on the 23rd.

Sunday, 5 July 2026

Cocktails, Chancers and Saunas

Great afternoon in Ancoats Marina, in Finders Keepers bar yesterday.

Scenes at Finders Keepers Ancoats Marina Saturday. Cheong orange mai tai. And a Canada Goose eyeing it up.

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— Matt Tuckey 🇬🇧 (@matttuckey.bsky.social) 5 July 2026 at 21:21

Sat outside in the sun with the Meetup group. I say great, but in actuality, someone turned up without having actually RSVPd on the page. He ordered a drink, drank it, then left the bar without paying. I shouldn’t have done this, but I made a split decision to pay for him just to keep the peace with the bar. 

Found Track, a brewery come serving bar, on an estate just off Oldham Road. I’m not a beer drinker so there wasn’t much for me to slake my thirst, but their pizzas were great. 2 left to Wetherspoons to my crushing disappointment. Remember COVID and Tim Martin, people. He was a twat. 

The rest of us walked to Freight Island behind Piccadilly approach. PBR Streetgang were on the decks, which is a name I recognise from somewhere. I thought it might be Radio 1… Turns out it’s the 1979 ‘Nam movie Apocalypse Now.

 

Didn’t stay out late. 

Today I visited FIX in the Northern Quarter. I got in on a friend’s membership as a +1. Very serene, calming venue with a sauna room, much larger than Oldham Sports Centre’s (which I was in Saturday). Not as hot, but much more organised. 90 minutes allocated instead of 50. Staff applied different oils with orange and other scents. FIX also have 2 on-site plunge baths of cold and very cold. I tried them both for a few seconds. Very quiet venue. No talking allowed. Good to have a sauna experience that doesn't include yonners arguing about Hamas and vaccines, and telling dull stories of their younger glory days. A calming and cleansing experience, physically and mentally. 

Then we got lunch in My Thai, eastern restaurant I’ve had my eye on for ages. Good spicy food.

Saturday, 4 July 2026

Wedding Fit: Results

My sister got married last weekend. Great time in the woodlands of Swillington Leeds. Trees, fairy lights, a humanist ceremony and a range of Yorkshire-based caterers came together to make a magical evening among the oaks. 

Prior to all this: a plan to get as fit as possible in the 2 month run-up to the wedding. Wedding Fit involved no junk food or alcohol and a set of exercises. I was at 86.7kg. Just before the wedding I was down to 81. Nowhere near where I wanted to be, but it’s a start. I also targeted a few things in the gym and made some progress. 

Pec fly was 73kg. Got 77kg. 

Gym Master Pulldown is a lateral movement with palms facing together about 50cm apart. I was at 60kg. Got 68kg. 

Converging Chest Press is a seated machine that brings the hands closer together as they are extended outward from the shoulders. I was at 73kg and ended at 86kg. 

Chest Press is your standard bench press movement in seated position. This was my oldest PB at 103kg from 2013. Prior to a recent refurbishment at Oldham Sports Centre, the bench press was notoriously difficult to get on. The new chest press machines have made things a lot easier. This time I managed to get up to 105kg. 

Lots of Pump and Circuit classes also kept me strong and hammered the cardio, as did a local running route. Essentially, saying no to all the sugary, carby food was the biggest challenge as per. 

Now, a minor break from dieting before I try again to hit that elusive 72.2 weight.

Thursday, 2 July 2026

Desolate Manchester World Cup Streets

Yesterday, England beat Democratic Republic of Congo 2-1 in the round of 32 of the 2026 World Cup. I was in Manchester when it was on, but not to watch the match. Not a football fan. Just wanted to do some 28-Days-Later-style photography of the desolate streets while everyone was packed in the bars.

Monday, 29 June 2026

Finders Keepers - Summer Drinks This Saturday

Put your arms all around it

Take it now that you've found it

It don't need to be no deeper

It's finders keepers

-Mabel 

Sister’s wedding this weekend just gone. A magical time in the woodlands of Swillington Leeds. Great fun. I prefer to leave my family out of this blog as much as is possible, but I have mentioned it was going to happen: this Wedding Fit project is done. More on Saturday. 

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Also on Saturday: an early doors meetup with Manchester Nightlife. Come join me and (at present) 3 others in sunny Ancoats Marina for a few afternoon drinks, starting in the new Finders Keepers bar. I’ve not been yet but Ancoats seems to be the new up and coming area. Let’s find out at 4pm.

Sunday, 21 June 2026

Summer Solstice Morning Rave

 

Up early on a Sunday for a rave. What in the world. Hinterland ran their first prober club event, as I understand it, with their Summer Solstice Morning Rave. This morning welcomed the longest day of the year, so the vegan alcohol free bar welcomed DJ Taurud for some chilled beats and matchas. 

The 9am start was no problem for the dedicated, who included flower-in-hair hippies, barefoot ravers and of course meetup members – some new, some not, all Manchester Nightlife attendees. 

Great music, friendly crowd. I’d do it again. Hinterland keep offering up surprising, diverse events. They’re worth keeping an eye on.

Saturday, 20 June 2026

Law 7: Get Others to Do the Work for You, but Always Take the Credit

One Of the most contentious laws in Robert Greene’s The 48 Laws of Power is Law 7: Get Others to Do the Work for You, but Always Take the Credit.  

‘Use the wisdom, knowledge and legwork of other people to further your own cause. Not only will such assistance save you valuable time and energy, it will give you a god-like aura of efficiency and speed. In the end, your helpers will be forgotten, and you will be remembered. Never do what others can do for you.’ 

Look, I get it. If you’re running a company, you’re never going to be able to do everything yourself. That’s why companies have employees. Take Apple, for example. Steve Jobs founded it. Thousands of people helped build it up. Do you think he wrote the code for EVERY programme and designed EVERY interface? But when you think of Apple, you probably think of the bespectacled slim guy in the blue sweater giving TED talks. can you think of a single name of anyone else who worked on it? I can’t. 

I can’t say I’ve ever worked for Apple. I’ve not even worked in the private sector since 2008. In the public sector, though, in which I’ve worked since 2007, I’ve come across this law in action. 

Back in about 2014 I had a manager we’ll call HS. I’d been working in this particular office for a few months before she came in, from the Chief Exec’s office, and she immediately made changes to work processes – changes that weren’t too popular with a lot of people. She stayed there a couple of years, dishing out work to people who weren’t capable of it (myself included), and held lengthy team meetings that usually included extensive updates about what was happening further up the chain of command – most of which didn’t directly impact us. It was a difficult time, in all honesty. 

There was a piece of work she asked me to do – I can’t remember what it was exactly, but I spent quite a while on it. Then, in a team meeting, she announced she was going to do  a specific task that sounded eerily like the one I’d done. I clarified with her right there and then, and she just claimed, no. It’s not the job I did. She then went into more detail… and it was basically what I’d worked on some weeks ago. 

As the years went on, government cuts affected us more and more, and it looked like the building we worked in was going to close. HS jumped ship to another town. Things got a little easier after that, and it wasn’t long before the building was sold off and I was moved over to a different department myself. 

Fast forward a couple of years. I’m at a staff engagement event in a big hall, probably for the last time before they sell that building off too. I’m on a table with some young women I’ve never met before, but we’ve all moved around and worked in different offices as time has gone on. It turns out that, at different times, that this group of women had also worked under HS. I’m the first to admit I did not get on with her. Neither did they, one girl tells me. They’d done a ton of work for her as a team, and she took all the credit for it. 

Moving a few more years on to current day… according to her LinkedIn, HS is now an Assistant Director in the public sector in another borough. 

Law 7 is not the nicest of laws to enact, but it clearly works for some. I did see a video online where Robert Greene himself discusses this law (which, predictably, I now cannot find). He doesn’t necessarily advocate its use, but explains that in the working world, there’ll always be someone prepared to take that action to get what they want. He recommends at least being aware of it. It wasn’t until the tail end of the pandemic that I ended up reading The 48 Laws of Power, in the early summer of ’21. While reading, it occurred to me that HS would have read a lot of management books, and 48 Laws was doubtlessly one of them. 

I can’t imagine not crediting someone. I have guest bloggers once in a while and I’ll always give them their dues. Maybe I’m not ruthless enough. 

Or maybe I’m just not a manager.

Monday, 15 June 2026

Summer Solstice Morning Rave this Sunday

2 weeks away from my sister’s wedding and the weight is just not coming off, no matter how much bland soup I make and begrudgingly eat. So I’m hammering through this remaining veg, and then fasting. The suit fits me as it is, so that’s a start. If I succeed, it’ll be a bit big. Hugely failing this Wedding Fit challenge. 

Fittingly, the next meetup is in a venue with no alcohol and healthy vegan food. Hinterland bar hosts the Summer Solstice Rave, featuring ‘matcha, coffee and vibes.’ Come join Manchester Nightlife for some daytime partying. The only downside: it starts at 9am on a Sunday. So no Saturday night out. 

 

Sunday, 14 June 2026

Rudy's and Katie's

Last night I went to new Irish bar Katie O’Brien’s on Peter St with the Manchester Nightlife Meetup group. Some new, some regulars. Went for food first with a mate. Were queues everywhere except Rudy’s Pizza on Peter St. 

 

 

Met the meetup group in Dirty Martini. Mixed group. Guys, girls, new, regular. 

Went over to Katie O’Brien’s. The Irish bar opened a few weeks ago in the old Peaky Blinders unit with live music, traditional décor and heaving with people. Absolutely roasting upstairs. I couldn’t stay long. The heat was killing me. Surprisingly, we all got in even with members wearing trainers and baseball caps.

Decor from Katie O'Brien's last night

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— Matt Tuckey 🇬🇧 (@matttuckey.bsky.social) 14 June 2026 at 16:04

Saturday, 13 June 2026

Parathas

From Rukmini Iyer’s India Express cookbook: Chilli and Cheese Stuffed Parathas. 

Parathas are small Indian flatbreads, traditionally with whole wheat dough. I think I did use strong brown flour. These balls of dough are flattened and shallow fried in oil for a crispy, spicy filling finish. It took me about an hour and 20 in total, with a 30 min resting period for the dough. I found I ran out of certain ingredients meaning there were some leftover content that I couldn’t include in the recipe. 

But the finished chapatis were really enjoyable. Would have been good with something else, a curry of sorts. Something more fluid. I wasn’t that organised, though.

Monday, 8 June 2026

Come to the new Katie O'Brien's Saturday

 

I booked today off to write up a Comic Con that I actually ended up not going to. The guests were interesting but not really my thing this time. 

But this has meant I can get on with other things. Including this one, I have 3 blog posts to write. Also, expect a recipe review on the blog this Saturday. 

But what’s happening in the city? Saturday night: new bar Katie O’Brien’s has opened and is already hugely popular. Manchester Nightlife are headed there Saturday night, first starting on the corner of Peter St in Dirty Martini

New Meetup group Manchester Whisky Tasting Events opens with a tasting event on the 13th. I’m dieting for an upcoming wedding, but I’ll be all over some whisky tasting after that, depending on their events. I’m a big single malt fan. I went to a couple of tastings in Oldham about 15 years ago, then again in ‘12 and ‘23 in Scotland. 

My friend Fay has set up Manchester Woman and Guys Having Fun meetup group (sic). It’s got a bit of everything: coffee meets, fitness, food, drink, movies. Keep an eye on it. 

A heads-up for anyone visiting rooftop bar 20 Stories this summer: there’s a £10 door charge which ‘will apply from Saturday 23rd May until Monday 31st August (Bank Holiday) from 5pm onwards.’ I guess if you were the manager and it’s busy season, you may as well make the money.

Sunday, 7 June 2026

Views from Sora Sky Bar

 

Last night Meetup group Manchester Nightlife met in the lobby of Malmaison near the Town Hall and headed up to their second floor observatory bar Sora for some cocktails and mocktails. Good group. 4 of 9 showed up, plus 1 member who didn’t RSVP, but he’s a regular. Incredible décor, chilled house music, majestic views of the city and fine company from new and regular members. 

After this a few of us took a look at the new Katie O’Brien’s on Peter St, formerly the Peaky Blinders bar. Good atmos, heaving with people, shame about the generic indie and pop music but a popular spot. I’ll be back there next week.

Scenes from Manchester's new Katie O'Brien's bar in Manchester

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— Matt Tuckey 🇬🇧 (@matttuckey.bsky.social) 7 June 2026 at 20:43

 

In other news, Brian O’Halloran – Dante off Clerks – liked my comment about the best films of ‘77, ‘87 and ‘94. Not sure why I picked Dumb and Dumber over Pulp Fiction. (As it happens, both directors – Tarantino and Farrelly – are Zionists anyway.)

Saturday, 6 June 2026

Law 19: Know Who You’re Dealing With

In Robert Greene’s The 48 Laws of Power, Law 19 is ‘Know Who You’re Dealing With.’ 

‘Deceive or outmanoeuvre some people and they will spend the rest of their lives seeking revenge. They are wolves in lamb’s clothing. Choose your victims and opponents carefully, then – never offend or deceive the wrong person.’ 

In the book, Greene regales the true story of a businessman and cattle ranch owner named Norfleet. In 1920, a travelling con man named Joe Furey, backed by a gang of swindlers and crooks, passed through Fort Worth, Texas, and stumbled upon Norfleet. Furey ran the con on the rancher, convincing him to ‘invest’ in several schemes, only to reward Norfleet with envelopes stuffed with newspaper clippings. 

There were many victims from Furey’s gang, most of whom cut their losses and chalked it up to experience. 

Not our Norfleet, though. Oh no. He found Furey in Jacksonville Florida and ‘personally hauled him off to face justice.’ He went on to Denver to find other members of the gang, bankrupting himself and causing his own divorce in the process. It took 5 years for him to destroy the whole con ring. 

Let’s leap forward a century, to near present day UK. In July ’24, Labour ousted The Conservatives after 14 years in power. A lot of Labour voters, myself included, entered this new era with cautious optimism. At last, the Tories were gone. Can we tax the billionaires now? Can we hire more GPs and Social Workers as a result? Can we have a sufficient amount of grit in winter? 

I’m writing this in April / May ’26, and the answer has been a resounding ‘no.’ 

But these aren’t the only reasons Prime Minister Kier Starmer has dirt – and in fact blood – figuratively on his hands. He’s still supporting Israel even after the UN described their assault as a ‘full-fledged genocide.’ He openly admitted on air, on LBC, that he believes Israel does have a right to kill children in Palestine.

 

Then he admits he has family in Israel. That’s what all this is about. Yes, the Israeli government may be blackmailing the UK Prime Minister because he has family that live there. His position is, and always has been, untenable. 

We know, of course, that this assault on Gaza did not begin at the Nova festival attack in 2023. It started in 1948 when David Ben-Gurion, the head of the Jewish Agency, proclaimed the establishment of the State of Israel. U.S. President Harry S. Truman recognized the new nation on the same day. There have been routine massacres of the Palestinian people ever since. 

Regardless, immediately after the Nova attack – which I of course oppose – many people came out of the woodwork updating their Insta stories and grids, in support of Israel. Stories might disappear after 24 hrs, but my Omininotes don’t. I kept a list. Did these people not realise that Israel has terrorising the Palestinians a similar way to how they treated the Israelis that 7th October, only on a routine basis, and for 75 years? More to the point, do the people still supporting Israel not recognise that we will always remember that they chose to support a terrorist ethnocracy who were systematically wiping out a civilian population? 

Many might. I won’t. Starmer himself will always carry that accusation, and that’s why the next vote will more than likely go to the Greens, giving Labour a solitary term in government – one in which they backed a genocide, jailed protesting grandmothers, impoverished disabled people and continued to allow billionaires to balloon their wealth while stripping our public services. 

Labour is dead, and it’s because they underestimated the voting public.

Monday, 1 June 2026

Sora Sky Bar Saturday

 

More and more sky bars are opening in Manchester, offering cocktails and views of the city. You know me. I love a good cityscape. Come take a look at one of the latest views at Sora Sky Bar, inside the Malmaison, opposite Piccadilly Station. Manchester Nightlife are headed there Saturday. 

A month to my sister’s wedding. Steadily getting fitter.

Sunday, 31 May 2026

Kodo

Hmm. Perhaps I wasn’t 100% honest with last week’s post on Castlefield: there was, in fact, a bristling of drama. But to describe it properly, I’ve got to go way back to early 2020. 

It’s March. Our idiot then-PM Boris Johnson shuns the COBRA meetings and locks the country down late, writes ‘bollocks’ across the COVID medical info and allows Cheltenham Festival to go ahead. COVID rips through the community and, as the months go on, 200,000 people die, including a load of my work clients (in the public sector tied to healthcare) and my mate’s dad. 

Early 2021: Pfizer announce a new, fully approved, fully tested and fully safe vaccine. It’ rolled out, and immediately COVID cases start to plummet. We’re heading back to normality. Sadly, a good number of my friends reveal themselves to be anti-vaxxers, and to believe a load of horseshit conspiracies. I try to talk some sense into them, but one thing anyone knows about me: I have no power of persuasion. The only thing I can do is block them and move on. 

Summer 2024: I’ve blocked loads of people. I’ve moved on from entire groups. The few friends I still have are busy with kids and careers. I bite the bullet and shell out to be a Meetup organiser. I set up Manchester Nightlife, a group for nights out in the city with a plan to see some DJs, try some cocktail bars and be the first to visit the new places. As the weeks go on, the group grows as more people join. 

May 2026. I now have 900 members, with more joining all the time. Last week’s Castlefield meetup takes place. I haven’t checked every member that joins, and unbeknown to me, one of the new members, AA, is someone I’d had to block on Facebook – not even that long ago – for spamming my profile with some crank far right website with batshit COVID conspiracies. I didn’t even notice he’d signed up to the event until he rocked up at Barca. He went to the bar. I mentioned this to one of the other group members, and then AA himself brought it up. I explained I just can’t have anti-vaxxers in my social media. 

And that was that. No big argument. We were civil. Then he seemed to leave early. 

Fast forward a week. Last night a few of us met in Roxy Ballroom near the Printworks for this week’s meetup. a new guy mentions that he’d been reading the reviews on the site, and someone had properly gone off at me. The Meetup website hadn’t notified me about this, so it’s news to me. I take a look, and it’s AA. 

‘Gossiping host allowed members to be rude and disrespectful towards me. I had a polite demeanour throughtout. Made to feel unwelcome. Very poor.’ (sic) 

Jesus fucking Christ. Like I've not known him for years. Whatever. The question remains: why would you go to a meetup ran by a guy who you gave some shit to online, and who then blocked you? Did you not think that they would have something to say? 

Whatever. We moved on from Roxy’s to Kodo, a new hidden bar with a Japanese theme.

 

All I had to do was find the venue and show them the pic from the website to get in, and then find the actual bar. It’d be good to go back once an upcoming wedding is out of the way and I’m not avoiding alcohol. Good little joint if you can track it down. 

Aside from all that, Magali Gorre liked my pic of us on Facebook. I am out of cereal, so my weight should start to drop soon, and I did a rare Parkrun with the family, getting 36:04. Watergrove in Rochdale is a tough, hilly course. And that’s the week.