Manchester 4, Blackpool 0

By jove they must hate Manchester in Blackpool. First the tram money, then Labour, the supercasino, now the Tories are following Labour and plumping for Manchester as the conference venue for the future. What next, moving the tower to Deansgate?

The bitter end

An old friend has set up an anonymous blog charting her quest to give up booze for Lent. She's a 35 year-old North American journalist living in Edinburgh, so no clues there, then.

It's very funny, called 40 days in the wildreness, and you can read it here.

Fascists marching on the high street

A blog I drop in on from time to time called Harry's Place has a piece about local activists opposing supermarket developments. There is a shade of opinion that seems to say big shops - bad, local shops and high streets - good, typified by a recent BBC programme on the subject which I alluded to here.
I think some Marple traders make the trudge a pleasure. Saturday mornings are fun and it's good to potter, but for convenience and price you can't beat a supermarket. And when you've got 5 kids, pottering isn't always an option.

Why would anyone elect to trudge through mud and sleet wearing fourteen layers of clothing to shop at establishments who - if they actually had what you needed in stock - would charge you more for it than say Tesco or B&Q? The idea that the average High Street proprietor is more knowledgeable about his product or more concerned with satisfying his customers is, frankly, balderdash!
Customer service is universally bad, and the only place to get decent advice on
product is on the Internet - specifically from other consumers.

But I suspect the truth is that they fear that the majority of people do actually want the convenience and economy of a supermarket. So what these self-styled 'community activists' are saying is that townsfolk must be forced to shop in the High Street for its preservation and, apparently, their own good. This is a mini fascism.

Give peathe a chanthe

Chris Eubank has protested against Prince Harry being sent to Iraq. BBC story is here.

Atmosphere

Last night's Rovers v Leverkeusen match was ultimately a big disappointment. We had enough domination to have won it, but despite throwing on four strikers it just wouldn't go in. The kids loved the atmosphere of a pretty much full house (not many Germans) and loads of other kids, due to the £1 ticket price and the 6pm kick off. Which got me round to thinking of the ten best ever atmospheres at Ewood since I first started going regularly in 1977.

1984 Second division v Leeds United 2-1, great game on Boxing Day, young skilful Leeds team got swept away by some Simon Garner magic

1990 FA Cup 3rd round v Liverpool - 1-1, when a Marko Van Atkins OG kept that whiney git Kenny Dalglish in the cup

1991 Second division v Plymouth - 5-2, the legend that is Kenny Dalglish is unveiled as manager
THE BEST 1992 play off semi final v Derby - 2-0 down, won 4-2. Mike Newell's wonder goal set us up nicely. The singing went on all through half time. Derby were shell shocked.

1995 VE Night v Newcastle. 1-0. You have to ask?

2001 First division v Burnley 5-0. April fools. Could have been 10.

2002 Worthington Cup semi final v Sheff Wednesday - 3-1 - We're all going to Cardiff

2002 UEFA Cup v Celtic, lost 2-0, but what a noise

2005 FA Cup replay v Burnley, won 2-1. By jove they gave us a game.

2006 Premiership v Manchester United 4-3. "Rio, Rio"

Book review in a lift - Pies and Prejudice

Chirpy bloke off the radio does a tour round the North. It starts really well; I love his observations and how he appreciates the North. He begins to irritate with some factual errors, but by the end you are left roaring with pride at the wonder of the North. 7 out of 10.

Going overground

I've just bought 4 tickets to see the Jam at Preston. Couldn't resist, the more I thought about it.

Didn't we have a nice time?

I don't think I'd even be excited about The Jam reforming WITH Paul Weller. But the news, here, that Bruce Foxton and Rick Buckler are to tour as The Jam is absurd. I don't know where to start, I just wish they wouldn't.

He's here, he's there...

As I work with the comic genius Neil Tague I don't need to be convinced of his attributes. You can find some more of him here. And here. And here too, if you scroll down to the one about MIPIM. He's also had a word with this fellah.

The truth is out there

I loved the X-Files. I admire investigative journalism. The maxim of questioning power is a mighty one. But I actually felt quite sick watching BBC 2's Conspiracy Files last night. It was a patient and painstaking piece of television that must have left many nutters watching it quite frustrated that the programme didn't endorse a single mad theory about 9/11. If you don't want to believe that Mohammed Attah and his twisted death cult pals could do that, then you will invent evidence to say they didn't, and ignore the overwhelming weight of proven facts that proves they did. Equally, if you believe in a twisted ideology of superhuman order and the supremacy of an aryan master race, then it's quite hard to sell that door-to-door if everyone believes there was a holocaust in Europe in the 1940s.

Frustrated at 0-0

It wasn't a great game, the in-form home team had the better chances but it was frustrating to watch. No not Arsenal v Rovers but Marple Athletic under 8s B against Woodley. I'll take both Rovers' results this week. Bring on the Germans, and fair play to the club for slashing ticket prices.

Wayne Hemingway on Holy Moly

I wouldn't normally cut and paste from the scurrilous Holy Moly email. But this is priceless.

A Mole writes: Wayne Hemingway was on BBC Breakfast yesterday complaining that modern housing is not up to scratch and how most of it shouldn't get past the
planning stage because of the lack of thought placed on "community" amongst other things.
Found his preaching a little strange seeing as I'd recently viewed some apartments in Manchester city centre (the birchin) that he had put his name to thus earning piles of cash. The thing is the apartment I was looking at was supposed to be a two bedroomed. Bedroom two wasn't big enough to fit a washing machine in let alone a bed. When I pointed this out to the estate agent showing me round, their reply was that it wasn't really two bedroomed but they had to pretend it was to get through planning. Manchester City Council insist on a certain percentage of all units in anapartment block being 2+ plus bedrooms to attract more families to the city centre. Nice one Wayne Hemingway!

The self same professional northerner and alleged Rovers fan once upset a room full of Liverpool property people with righteous bleating and poor Scouser jokes. I was paying his bill.

Roger Cashman

One of the columnists for Insider has attracted a bit of a following. I've set up a blog for him, with an archive of his words of wisdom, because he's too busy (or arrogant) to do it himself.

You can link to it here.

Ten thoughts on...the M6

Not the most riveting subject for my ten random Friday thoughts, but I have just spent a long time on the M6 motorway this week.

* Are there really speed cameras on the southbound stretch near Kendal?

* Why doesn't Carnforth have a brown sign - Gateway to the Lakes?

* Is there a more dangerous junction than Lancaster North?

* Is there a more magnificent civic monument than the Ashton memorial?

* My personal Room 101 will be to be trapped forever at Forton services.

* Is there still some rude graffiti under the big T bridge at Scorton?

* Those chevrons on the southbound side between Galgate and Broughton, what are they all about?

* Adverts on lorry trailer parked in fields, that's not legal is it?

* My goodness isn't Lancaster University ugly?

* Has anyone from Dolphinholme or Bay Horse ever been arrested and prosecuted for using the works access roads?

The Green Green Grass of Home

I've done a 20 questions feature in the Lancaster Guardian, the damn fine weekly newspaper of my hometown. Marple really does feel like home, but as the song goes "there'll always be a little piece of my heart devoted to what is known as...[Williamson's] Park life". You can read it here. But take time to look around at the rest of the news and features. I liked this one.

9/11 conspiracy

At last the truth about 9/11 can be revealed. Here. Thanks to Norm.

Get well soon Tony Wilson

My pal Tony Wilson is being treated for cancer which he writes about in the Manchester Evening News today. He rightly praises the treatment he's had from the NHS in Manchester. He's still in good spirits. I sent him a copy of Nick Cohen's What's Left to cheer him up - his reply: thanks for the book bro. You f*cking tory xxx

Have I left anyone out?

A less happy return to Goodison Park on Saturday to see Rovers lose 1-0 to the People's Club. Kids loved it. Elliot sang "Barmy army" all the way through, Mattie said "Dad, I hate Everton", which is harsh and against our sound Christian principles of love and forgiveness. Joe, who's Marple Athletic team won again at the weekend, is learning manager speak: "It's not the end of the world if we lose this, we're still in two cups." I won't reveal how Eamon Curran's daughter reacted to a late goal attempt by Rovers' Brett Emerton.
We were entertained before the game by Sean Styles a local comedian we've booked before. Great Alan Hansen impersonation. Also this: "Blackburn fans eh? You've had some great players over the years. Alan Shearer. Haven't left anyone out have I?"

Curry in a hurry

We went to Basmati on Saturday night, the curry house located in a hut kind of building opposite Marple train station. It always seems eerily deserted during the week, but gives off an alluring whiff of spicy sauce that piqued my curiosity.

Anyway, it was far from quiet on Saturday; they were queueing outside by 10. The staff were rushed off their feet and initially we overhead some punters grumbling that their food hadn't arrived by 8.30, just as we arrived. If anything our concern was the opposite; we were rather rushed along. Not by a very sweet waiter, but by the manager who was rushing around.

The food was OK. Poppadoms were a bit stale, beer glass smelled of soap, but the rest was good. A nutty lamb balti, mixed sizzling grill, cheesy peas and a damn fine Peshwari naan.

Also pleased to see the Marple Bridge man who was at great pains to tell me he hasn't won the casino bid. It'll come, Ken, it'll come.

Ten thoughts on booze

My name is Michael Taylor and I am not an alcoholic. I actually don't like pubs that much. On tour I fall asleep when I've reached my limit, I can't keep up with the likes of Andrew Page, Mike Perls and John Fowler. However, I do like a tipple and as I get older, I get more choosy. Here are my ten Friday thoughts for the week on the subject of booze.

Best white wine: Marlborough Montana Sauvignon Blanc from New Zealand

Best red wine: A really dark creamy Merlot (Argentina)

Best bottled lager: Cains finest lager (proper stuff, gorgeous cold)

Best draught lager: Staropramen

Best bitter: Moorhouses Pendle Witch (from Burnley, I know, I know)

Best place to buy wine: Majestic (just gets better)

Best vodka: Absolut Citron (keep it in the freezer and serve neat over ice)

Best champagne: Veuve Clicquot

Best late night tipple: brandy warmed and in a big glass

Best stout: Guiness in Dublin, obvious but so true