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.
“DO YOU LIKE PIES?” robot fingers
IT’S ALIVE BOG ROLL DISPENSER
“WE LOVE MANCHESTER” followed by “WE HATE TOURISTS”
ahhhh, Mancs, you’re just such a lovely people, eh?