These are the pubs that time forgot, where Manchester floats on a sea of mild and bitter, and ‘gastro’ means Holt’s rather than haute cuisine.

We’ll drop into Mother Mac’s ,which is not exactly forgotten but a pain to find in the first place, and you’re never likely to chance past the place given its back street location.

Older, odder and even harder to spot is the Jolly Angler – odder because it closes in the afternoons, like proper boozers used to in the good old days before the licensing laws were loosened. They’ll open up for us though.