There was a time where, if I was in a pub and there was no real ale, or if there was and it was absolutely terrible (gone off, poorly looked after, or whatever), I'd go for a pint of stout. And that usually meant Guinness. Recently I tried to brew my own version of the black stuff, because why not?
Recently I found out that Stagecoach Manchester is to axe the 358 Stockport to Hayfield bus. It's a bus I know well and is always busy. But it's now due to get the axe. Why? Well we don't know for sure, but it's likely to be a quirk of Greater Manchester's move to bus franchising.