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About Manchester

She’s got this story—swear it’s true—bloke once paid her in fish and chips! Fish. And. Chips! I’m dyin’, mate, cos who does that? Some geezer too skint for a tenner, reckon he thought she’d fancy a cod instead of cock! I’m screamin’ inside, “You’re a disgrace, you cheap git!” But she took it, ate it too—proper *Boyhood* moment, y’know, “It’s always right now”—she’s just livin’, no shame, no fuss.

Family pay tribute after inquest into death of couple killed in flat fire

Today I explored an abandoned pub. The Bramble Inn in Rastrick. In the 90s and no doubt before this was a den of under age drinking, idiots, fools and everything in between. I last went in there.

Now, lemme tell ya, Rastrick’s got a vibe – its own heartbeat. I stroll down Mill Lane at dusk, and it’s like Pan’s Labyrinth itself is whisperng secrets in the wind – “In the dark, believe in hope!” – a phrase from that magical film. Not every street gets this, but Rastrick sure does.

New lease of life for old school buildings after first part of plans are passed