Not a restaurant as such, but a customer of mine runs this company. Tiffin It! Nice idea, wonder what his grub is like. Anyone tried it?

Eddie that's excellent use of English As A Foreign Language, well done.

Any chance of this going back to where people say where they have had good and bad grub? It was quite good for that.

I just woke up now having just had this very same dream. But this time instead of Tris and Mike it was Mellison24 and Shilito.

I watched Marley And Me last Saturday night. If I wanted to see an annoying dog grow old and die I would have read Linda McCartney's autobiography.

There aren't really in pubs in China Town Per se, but what defines China Town? My own personal favourite is Corbieres, which is 10 minutes walk from the Nicholas Street area of China Town, but as you are a bit older than me then it may not be quite what you and as importantly your fellow revelers may want . Corbieres.

The Grey Horse Inn on Portland Street is 5 minutes from Chinatown. It is tiny, so 12 of you will fill it though! Good atmosphere, but small. Met Dean Lennox Kelly there once. But there are tons of pubs round there though Den.

Alan Shearer Small Talk Interview Also in the March copy of 442 there is a modestly complementary article on how Rovers won the 95 title. No real depth in it, and one or two factual errors, but makes the point of how little the team actually cost in relative terms.

The Lancashire Evening Post on the Friday ran this report, pre match about Rovers chances of promotion. It details how, in order to get promotion to the First Division, we had to win, and hope that both Man City and Portsmouth did not. City were playing Charlton at home, while Portsmouth were at Huddersfield. In charge of Wolves at the time was Tommy Docherty, and we had stuffed them 3-0 at their place earlier in the season. They were all ready relegated and had little to play for. As I recall there was a crowd of around 10,000 odd on, which about summed up the chances of us going up-nearly twenty years outside the top flight and we could have gone up that day, yet the ground was half empty. The fans had mostly given up. I have no report from the game to rely on now, but I remember an early goal for Rovers took us 1-0 up, which remained the case till half time. Two second half goals sealed the win we needed, and provided much material to sing to Tommy Doc-"Who's Up Mary Brown, who's up Mary Brown, Tommy Tommy Docherty, Tommy Tommy Docherty" we sang, and he just stood on the side of the pitch, waving his arms, mock conducting the Blackburn End. We all knew what was happening at Maine Road-a goal fest for Man City meaning our game was irrelevant now. They ended up winning 5-1. Portsmouth won 2-0 as well, so the Ewood stay-a-ways were probably right in the end. At the end of the game, there was a massive pitch invasion at Ewood, and for the third time that season I found myself on the turf. The fans went towards the tunnel, to get to the players and staff, not sure whether it was to lynch them or celebrate the win. In the end it turned out to be a good natured intrusion, loads of singing and no real malice involved. I saw a coppers helmet get knocked off in the crush, and it landed at my side, so I picked it up and legged it back towards the BBE and out of the ground, Bobbies Helmet and all. We had missed out on promotion by just one point in the end. A point that could easily have been picked up in the last 10 games or so, when the players, to be honest, bottled it. The two defeats against Man City (League) and Man Utd (FA Cup) seemed to knock all the confidence from the side, and we never looked likely after those games. Our regular fight against promotion had begun, and it took another seven years and Uncle Jacks involvement to finally get back to where Rovers really belong.

It's the Manchester Restaurant Month in March, book soon to take advantage of some good deals. Machester Restaurant Details

Indeed I do CLB, a classic, later covered by Mark E Smith. Which reminds me, I read Smiths autobiog last year. Weird book, It's basically one long rant about how the majority of the world is crap. As for Northern Soul, I missed Wigan Casino, Mecca, Twisted Wheel etc but there is still a really good Northern Scene that does the rounds. Late 80s I used to go to The Trafalgar at Samlesbury, which was a good night. One of the things I like about the Northern nights is the habit the crowd have of applauding the DJ after he plays a great track. Good manners out on the floor!

Me too LeChuck-Extremely peed off at the plans. 6Music is the only music program I can listen to, I hate commercial radio and 6Music plays a super mix of contemporary and old (mostly session) stuff. As for Chris Moyles and his ape-like cohorts, well anyone who listens to them deserves what they get, which is brain melt.

Tom AKA Supercockle still does the rounds near us in town, sells Prawns, Cockles, Crabsticks etc. You look at him selling spurious sea food and think what a crappy job, then see him outside get in his Merc!

Think I posted this a few years ago, but this is a free internet Northern Soul site. Great for parties where you can't be arsed any more. Put it on and switch your computer screen off and tell people it's from your own music library. Soulclass66

Cos it's popped?

Been trying not to like Field Music, but this latest effort has finally won me over. This particulr track sounds familiar, like about five songs I already know, but cannot put me finger on them. Middle eight lacks a little, but otherwise, a hugely enjoyable tune.

We've all been on away trips, and it is truly frightening to think that there for the grace of God... The photo on the Facebook page of the young lad with his boy makes my heart bleed, and it is his family that my heart goes out to. Life can be so cruel.

Was that Jerrys Cookie? If so, is the back full of animals still?

It's on Dole Lane, next to The Little Theatre, across from the cop shop.

You should have gone to The Hyatt round the corner for a curry. Really good there.

Got an excellent review int Chorley Guardian last year, esp the steaks.

It's not the opinion that has changed...

Well only two more games left everyone. The three consecutive defeats meant we had gone from third and in the promotion spots to fifth, and out of contention. We now had to win both games and hope a couple of results would go our way elsewhere, involving Man City and Portsmouth, not to mention Brighton who were pursuing below. An away trip to Sheffield United was our penultimate game this season, and I used British Rail once more. Weather was decent, shirt sleeve kind of day, another spartan packed lunch wrapped up in cling film and arrived in Sheffield promptly. A short walk to the ground and onto the terrace below the home fans in a tight low horrible away pen. As the report below shows, a post war low crowd at Bramhall Lane of 7,697 saw a first half on the pitch that eclipse most of the rubbish seen played by Rovers since Christmas. The only bright spots were the three goals scored by Notts County against promotion rivals Man City at The County Ground (more of that game later). In the second half Sheff scored and we all assumed that would be that. But from nowhere, good old Jimmy Quinn bizarrely conjured up a three goal burst in 20 odd minutes to completely turn the game, and possibly the season around for us. City had lost, we had won and it was game on again with just one match left. The Notts County Man City game was frazzled with crowd issues. As City went 3-0 down, a large section of the travelling 10,000 fans decided to start a near riot and the game was held up for 30 minutes. Link below to a more detailed description of the events there that day. Notts County v Man City 1985 So for the last match at home to Wolves, Rovers had to win and hope City (home to Charlton) and Portsmouth (away at Huddersfield IIRC) both lost. One more installment to arrive soon....ish!