Ordered a Carlsberg to go with it because the Guinness is always crap in here and the only bitter they have is Yorkshire rubbish.
Pie was piping hot and gorgeous. Beer palatable, atmosphere good and the scary locals got less and less scary the more they harmonised with the Human
League tunes on the jukebox.
Got a call from housemate and colleague Moss who's up for tagging along.
She and another possible recruit, Louisa, are waiting at stop 2, The Mount.
Location:The Stag, Orrell Road