And while I’m (non)blogging, I might as well include these two photos.
There was a small pub crawl after the making of the giant French Fancy where we went to the ‘American’-equivalent of genuine dive bars in Manchester, otherwise known as stabby shitholes.
This is a particular type of shithole, a literal one.
The Tunnel - not to be confused with Tunnel Bar on Whitworth St - is a pub that reclaimed the space previously occupied by underground public toilets in central Manchester. Basically, it always smells like a toilet, apparently and particularly after it rains. Its part of the Big Hands group, [one of] Guy Garvey of Elbow’s favourite Manchester haunt[s], so the booze selection ain’t bad. The seating is cosy, and you can tell the place is fighting off being taken over by young hipsters. All in all, its a great stop for a pint - but really no more because the smell will get to you - but be sure to have a stop in the first toilet so you can get a first-hand look at some great toilet art.
Featuring:
“DO YOU LIKE PIES?” robot fingers
IT’S ALIVE BOG ROLL DISPENSER
and
“WE LOVE MANCHESTER” followed by “WE HATE TOURISTS”
ahhhh, Mancs, you’re just such a lovely people, eh?
