We Mancunians are a very proud bunch, with a whole wealth of traditions and values that might seem baffling to outsiders – especially to our friends across the pond.
An American in Manchester is bound to stumble across situations they find downright confusing, from navigating our unnecessarily complicated bus network to trying to work out why Piccadilly Gardens is called a ‘garden’.
Let’s face it, we do things differently round here – to borrow an overused phrase. So, to make things easier for any Americans visiting our great city, here’s seven things you might find confusing when visiting Manchester, explained.
The first thing an American will encounter is our vast array of different and sometimes confusing accents.
While the UK on the whole is home to a vast selection of accents, from Glaswegian to the Queen’s English, the North of England is home to probably the widest variation – from Liverpool to Newcastle via Yorkshire, you don’t have to travel far to hear something completely different.
Nowhere is this more pronounced than in Greater Manchester and the surrounding areas, where a person can travel from Bolton to Salford to Rochdale and be greeted by a series of strong local accents that will baffle the average American.
But the most confusing thing for anyone from the US visiting Manchester, is probably the realisation that everyone in England doesn’t sound like the Queen, r’kid.
2) Local slang
To make your life easier, it’s best to learn some local Mancunian slang.
If someone calls you ‘r’kid’ when you’re having a gander round town (looking around the city centre), you’ve made a friend, as the term is usually used to refer to a sibling or a very close mate (friend).
If someone says something is dead good, don’t panic, they don’t mean it no longer has a pulse, just that something is ‘very’ or ‘really’ good, i.e dead nice, dead cold, dead boring.
When you eat or drink something you really like, you can say it’s ‘mint’, and if you really want to triple-down and impress the locals you could say it’s ‘dead mint, r’kid’.
‘Hanging’ (or ‘angin’ if you’re a proper Manc, because the ‘h’ is always dropped, as is the ‘g’ at the end) means bad/awful/disgusting, and ‘sound’ means a person, place or thing is good, as in ‘r’kid is dead sound’.
If someone offers you a brew then take them up on it, as you’ll get a proper cup of Northern tea (brew = cup of tea).
3) Piccadilly Gardens
Once you’ve finally started to work out what we’re saying, you might want to head out into the city to see what’s going on in Manchester.
Chances are you’ll head to the bustling epicentre of the city – Piccadilly Gardens. Sounds nice, right? Wrong.
To all born and bred Mancunians, Piccy Gs has now become a byword for the decline of Manchester, with everything that’s bad about our city seemingly epitomised by what goes on there. Drugs and anti-social behaviour are rife, and you definitely don’t want to be hanging around the area at night.
More importantly, however, you might ask where the actual gardens are, you know, with flowers, trees and bushes? They’re gone, sorry lads…
4) Local food
Once you flee Piccadilly Gardens after you’ve been asked by the 100th person if you want some spice – warning, they’re not trying to sell you hot sauce – you might want to escape to a local food purveyor for a scran (some food) and a pint (a delicious cold glass of alcohol).
Some local dishes include a chippy tea, which is usually fish and chips, although any combination of items from a chippy (chip shop) will suffice. You should also try chips and gravy, which is a Northern specialty, or pie and chips with gravy – if you head over to Wigan you can sample their local delicacy, the Wigan kebab aka a pie butty (a pie sandwich, basically).
While in town you can also try a Manchester egg, black pudding, Eccles cake and a Manchester tart, all washed down with an ice cold can of Vimto.
But beware of any mealtime confusion, as the three main meals are known as breakfast, dinner and tea in Manchester – not breakfast, lunch and dinner, as they call it down South. So if someone offers you tea, it’s not the same as the delicious brew you tried earlier.
As part of your time in Manchester, you’re probably going to want to watch a football match, as the city is home to two of the biggest teams in the world, Manchester City and Manchester United.
Don’t be alarmed when the players start kicking the ball with their feet rather than picking it up and running into each other – this is real football, aka ‘soccer’ (never, ever call it soccer out loud, though).
Of course everyone knows City and United, but if you want to see football with a proper atmosphere, stripped back from the glitz and money of the Premier League, then head down to one of the Greater Manchester teams that are less well known internationally – Bolton Wanderers, Wigan Athletic, Rochdale or Oldham Athletic (or even one of the many non-league teams).
It’s pretty much compulsory to have a pie and a pint at the football, so don’t miss out.
6) Talking about the weather
The weather – we have it in Manchester, and we won’t let you forget it.
More often than not the weather will be rain, but sometimes it changes slightly and we’ll get wind and rain, or just grey clouds. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the clouds clear up completely and the sun comes out (you’ll probably be more familiar with this concept than we are, being from America).
It’s a hot topic of conversation round here, and any little change in the weather is sure to fire up some heated conversation – your best bet is to just say ‘this bloody rain’ repeatedly, while tutting and looking skywards (you’ll fit right in).
7) Saying ‘you alright mate’ without expecting a reply
We have a habit of greeting people by saying ‘you alright mate’, or sometimes just ‘alright’, and absolutely not expecting a reply – in fact, it’s weird if someone does tell you if they’re okay or not.
When I visited the US and Canada on holiday I kept greeting people by asking if they’re alright, and the look on their face was something, as they desperately tried to figure out if they were acting weird, bleeding, or just had toothpaste on their face.
Just make sure you don’t actually tell someone how you’re feeling when they say ‘you alright’, as an outpouring of emotions to a stranger is a big no-no over here.
We also say ‘cheers’ instead of ‘thank you’ and apologise all the time – unless we’re behind the wheel, in which case we’re angry, very angry.
Did you know the NHS was born in Manchester 74 years ago today?
Happy birthday to the NHS!
Today, as our treasured National Health Service marks its 74th anniversary, we’re taking a look back on its extensive history and the substantial role Manchester played in its creation.
Life before the NHS was a bleak one; before 1900, healthcare was typically provided by charities, poor law (the local welfare committees who operated workhouses) and a criminally unregulated private sector.
Others, including many in the lower middle class, struggled to afford treatment, relying on hospital casualty departments, kind-hearted doctors or dubious folk remedies – as a result of these archaic conditions, women frequently died during childbirth and the life expectancy for men was just forty-eight.
But in 1911, that was all set to change.
The National Insurance Act of 1911, something that many regard as the original groundworks for the NHS, was introduced and, for the first time, provided access to general practitioners for manual labourers and lower paid non-manual workers earning under a certain income.
However, this groundbreaking new system wasn’t without its flaws – fees for GPs were increasing for the middle class and wealthy who were outside the system, and the wives and children of National Insurance members were excluded, as was hospital treatment, meaning that many had to pay further fees or rely on older workers’ society insurance schemes or free, less reliable clinics for mothers and children.
Something needed to change.
Nearly two decades later, the Local Government Act 1929 gave authorities the power to transform Poor Law institutions and develop them into the modern hospitals we know today. And, fast forwarding another two decades and another world war, Aneurin Bevan was appointed as the minister of health and thus, the wheels for the UK’s first National Health Service were set in motion.
On July 5th 1948, after years of hard work from various medical and political figures who felt the current healthcare system was insufficient and needed to be revolutionised, the first NHS hospital offering free healthcare for all, regardless of class, was launched at Park Hospital Manchester – known today as Trafford General Hospital.
On that historic day, Bevan arrived to inaugurate the NHS by symbolically receiving the keys from Lancashire County Council. Nurses formed a ‘guard of honour’ outside the hospital to meet him and, from that day forward, the healthcare of the nation changed forever.
In the early days, there were of course some teething problems – not long after its launch, expenditure was already exceeding previous expectations and charges were considered for prescriptions to meet the rising costs. However, by the time the 1960s rolled around, these early adjustments were altered and it was considered to be a strong period of growth for the NHS, characterised by new developments in the availability of drugs.
Since its birth here in Manchester, our NHS has gone through many changes, improvements, updates and modernisation processes, with no one back in 1948 ever fathoming the way in which the service has developed, pioneered and expanded from Manchester across the entire country.
However, there’s still room for improvement.
Today, the NHS continues to face a national crisis – the Covid-19 pandemic highlighted the impact that years of underfunding has had upon our health care service and the long-serving staff members and medical professionals that continue to hold it together.
In October 2020, it was revealed by the International Council of Nurses (ICN) that as many NHS nurses died from Covid than were killed during the entirety of the First World War.
But regardless of the hurdles thrown in its path, the NHS continues to valiantly serve the British public – the idea of a National Health Service once upon a time would have been unheard of, yet today we cannot imagine a life without it.
Happy 74th birthday to our wonderful NHS!
FORGOTTEN MANCHESTER: The rise and fall of Tommy Ducks
From coffins as tables and knickers stapled to ceiling, there wasn’t a lot that didn’t happen at Tommy Ducks…
Out of all of Manchester’s weird and wonderful institutions, the legacy of Tommy Ducks remains today as one of the all-time greats.
But what exactly happened to this infamous boozer?
Tommy Ducks stood proudly down what is now Lower Mosely Street, and is known to have roots dating all the way back to the 1800s.
While it is widely believed that it was originally named The Prince’s Tavern, the pub underwent a name change at some point in the 1870s after its egotistical landlord Thomas Duckworth wanted to name it after himself.
But rumour has it that the painter-decorator hired to replace the pub’s sign either ran out of paint and supplies or found he didn’t have enough room to fit in the full name, so improvised and come up with the name Tommy Ducks, instead.
Of course, there’s no solid evidence for this mishap actually happening, but it is certainly one of the more believable rumours about the pub’s namesake.
Anyway, the pub settled with its abbreviated name and went on to quietly serve the good people of Manchester throughout the 1900s.
But then the 1970’s arrived, and Tommy Ducks started to gain a different kind of reputation, with it quickly becoming one of the most sought after boozers in the city – quite the accomplishment considering it was stood in the middle of a recently-demolished estate.
One of the pubs more popular legacies is its makeshift tables – for reasons unbeknown to most Mancunians today, someone had the bright idea of using glass-topped coffins as tables, one of which was kidnapped by a rival pub for a while.
One of the coffins even featured a skeleton, which many people were adamant was a real one.
Tommy Ducks was also renown for having ladies knickers and bras stapled to the ceiling above the bar, with female punters allegedly been invited to remove their undies upon arrival (yes, before their first drink!).
The pub played home to these kind of shenanigans for the next couple of decades and, by the 1990s, it was one of the last standing buildings in the area, which lay in ruin following a mass demolishment.
However, in 1993 the pub’s temporary preservation order – arranged by punters and supporters back in the 1970s – expired, plunging its future into uncertainty and doubt.
Greenalls Brewery, which ran the pub, was also coming under increasing pressure by fat cat developers to sell up and shut shop.
Tragially, the temporary preservation order expired on a Friday, meaning that the council offices were closed for the weekend. And because the order couldn’t be renewed until Monday morning, demolition began in the early hours of Saturday.
While Greenalls was eventually fined £150,000 for their act of destruction, it was still too late – Tommy Ducks and its abundance of coffins and bras was gone forever.
It’s 26 years since the devastating IRA bomb and the people of Manchester are still waiting for justice
Why was no one ever arrested for the attack on our city?
Twenty-six years ago on this date, Manchester fell victim to one of the biggest bombs ever exploded in the United Kingdom.
It was a beautiful, unusually sunny morning in Manchester on June 15th, 1996 – England were about to take on Scotland in Euro ‘96, football fans were swarming the city centre for the next day’s Russia v Germany fixture at nearby Old Trafford, and the Arndale Shopping Centre – built just twenty years prior – was heaving with weekend shoppers.
However, the festivities of the warm summer’s day were all set to change when a security guard on the other side of the city received an anonymous tip off.
Sometime after 9:38am, Gary Hall – a security guard at ITV’s Granada Studios – took a phone call from a man with a ‘very calm’ Irish voice, as per The BBC.
The anonymous man went on to inform Gary that he had planted a bomb in the city centre and it would be exploding in one hour. Following the phone call, the police were immediately notified and they sprung to action locating the bomb and evacuating 80,000 people from the area.
However, this proved to be quite the task. At first, people were not keen to go; it was the 1990s and Mancunians had become seasoned to bomb scares.
One hairdresser allegedly refused to let his clients leave because they still had chemicals in their hair, arguing it would be ‘too dangerous.’ Alternatively, a group of workmen wanted to stay put because they were on weekend rates.
Slowly, though, the severity of the situation began to sink in, and authorities were able to successfully evacuate the centre, with some people screaming and running for their lives.
Amid the chaos, police spotted a stationary white lorry parked on double yellows outside of Marks & Spencer with wires running from its dashboard. A bomb squad was swiftly dispatched from Liverpool; however, their attempt to dismantle the device using a remote-controlled robot failed.
At precisely 11:17am, the 3,300lb device exploded.
Smoke mushroomed above the city as the explosion shattered glass windows and rained building debris onto the people below. In the aftermath, emergency services scrambled to deal with the injured civilians – around 220 of them, to be precise – and fire crews searched shops and offices for casualties.
Yet despite the horror and the devastation, not a single person was killed in the explosion.
Nevertheless, Manchester’s city centre lay in ruins. Historic landmarks such as Manchester Cathedral and the Royal Exchange Theatre needed what has been estimated to be billions of pounds worth of repairs and renovations and, most gravely, hundreds of people were left with life-changing injuries, both physically and mentally.
And yet, over a quarter of a century on from the devastating attack, the people of Manchester are still waiting for justice.
Quite remarkably, an arrest for whoever was responsible for the bomb was never made – it is widely believed that, while both Greater Manchester Police and Special Branch investigations identified the prime suspect, he was never actually arrested because of fears it could derail ongoing peace negotiations in Northern Ireland.
Graham Stringer, who led the council between 1984 and 1996 and who is today MP for the city’s Blackley and Broughton constituency, told The Independent: “I am sure the security services know who did this and I think it got caught up in the peace process.
“It’s appalling. In a democratic society, for someone to blow up the centre of a major city and injure hundreds of people, and then get away with it? It is wrong.”
In a 2006 review, GMP said there was no longer any ‘realistic possibility’ of a prosecution.
Detective Chief Superintendent Tony Mole said: “The Manchester bomb affected many people which is why the case has remained open and has been kept under constant review. As the 20th anniversary of the incident approaches, it is now the right time for another assessment of the case in order to identify and explore any possible potential investigative opportunities.
“If new information comes to light it would be considered, and I would urge anyone with information relevant to the investigation to get in touch with police.”