Today, Twitter turned five years old. Probably the one service I use more than any other service on the Internet, and I hate to say if something changed my life, but Twitter did change my life. New job, friends and even a relationship that all arose from the social media site. So to Twitter: happy birthday, thank you and I’ll be celebrating your birthday.
To everybody else, I’ll be celebrating Twitter’s birthday, and it’d be great if you could come!
The Wood Street Mission is a charity that helps Manchester’s needy in a varity of ways. Beginning in the middle of the 19th Century, The Wood Street Mission donates clothing, bedding and toys to help alleviate the effects of poverty on children in families in Manchester and Salford. You can read more about their work done here.
Last night I headed to The Lass O’Gowrie for their monthly computer club. I was also scouting for the Mancseo meetup this coming Thursday. In my wobbly legged scouting mission, here’s what I’ve learnt:-
They have a quiz on. It could be fun!
The ales at the moment include Northumberland Brewery “Bucking Fastard” (please don’t giggle too much) and another one, as well as Cheshire Brewery’s Spitting Feathers‘ latest ale. I’d recommend the Spitting Feather’s ale. It’s nice.
They are showing the Liverpool match from 6pm, and the Citeh match later.
I didn’t manage to secure the room. Yeah, I know, I’m crap.
The arcade machines there include Paperboy, Track & Field and a Pac-Man machine. Somebody buy me the pac-man machine, it’s gorgeous.
In either rate, I enjoy the Mancseo events. Who’s going? Are you going to be there tomorrow night? I’d love to see you guys there.
In my last post, where I talked about You’re Supposed To Be At Home, Carly commented on the quality of pictures – which was nice, as it’s something I’ve been wanting to improve (I’ve got a great book on photography, and an ace camera – Kodak Easyshare Z915). So I’ve thought that now we’ve emerged from the Snow Days of Death™ in the bleak mid winters, I’d show a few pictures of the snow. Here you go:-
In other news: as part of my New Years Resolutions I’ve started kick boxing. Yes I’m sore, yes I’m aching, but yes it’s rather fun! Early shout for my Birthday (4th of March peeps & I’ve since discovered I’m now a fucking Aquarius) for Thai Kickboxing shorts. Purple Ones.
Update: Dulcimer is reported to reopen on the 24th March, 2011.
This photo makes me very sad.
This is the Dulcimer in Chorlton. It sold real ale & fantastic cheeseboards (and ask the mother, I’m somebody who isn’t that into cheese bar Primula, Babybel & Brie), and was a great place where I shared many a banter with Shane, amongst others. Seriously, behind those shutters we put the world to rights, brokered a Middle East Peace Treaty, cured cancer, and made ourselves richer than the entire past, present & future cast of Dragon’s Den. Combined.
Until last night, where it shut down.
Unless you enjoy a beer as much as me, you’ll know how much this hurts. This was my local. I loved that place, a proper pub, with music, good ales, good food & banter. All at a reasonable price. I’ve never lost a local before (I was a little too young when Taylors became The Pen y Bryn). I don’t know what to do! It does feel like I’ve lost a leg.