So, by way of introduction, I've been blogging intermittently for years, having started another blog, Musings of an exile, whilst working away in Scandinavia. It was basically a diary of what I was doing, with a few book reviews thrown in. Since I got back, I have blogged about theatre that I have seen, and any observational things that got me going. Decided that I could do with a more regular outlet, and this blog is it... why Pennine Invader? Well, I live in Sale, Cheshire, but I arrived in Manchester 8 years ago, as a graduate from York, so I really have invaded from the 'wrong side'. I'm orininally a southerner as well, so basically have few redeeming features!
Last night, I visited Pizza Express in Didsbury.. I'm a regular visitor to this chain... but a few weeks ago, I took my friends out for a meal to the Didsbury branch, where we had a less than satisfactory meal.. poor service, mains brought before starters... a general lack of care. So I complained to the manager, Ben, and he kindly invited me and the good lady back for a complimentary meal. So, last night, headed down there, and was very well fed and looked after... had a great pizza, a lovely bottle of Pinot Grigio, and, for once, a very well made latte. All good - confidence in Pizza Express restored.
What of the late though, I hear you ask... well, in order to get to Didsbury, I made the mistake of trying to use public transport... now, I'm never a big fan of buses, but as it happens, there is a direct route from almost outside my house, to West Didsbury, so it should have been straightforward. I left the house about 5 minutes before the bus was due, and stood at the bus stop, in the rain ( it was that fine rain, the stuff that Peter Kay describes as "getting you really wet" ). For 35 minutes. In that time, according to the timetable, 3 buses should have come past, but none did. not impressed.
