About Mancky

Have you ever had any obsessions? Or any ideas that drive you to do something?

This site is about Manchester’s culture from a personal point of view.

The city is fairly grim, let’s be honest. But grimness can have an up-side: if this place was beautiful maybe the people here wouldn’t care so much about music, clubs and clothes? (And drugs and alcohol… and football…) So you could argue that our local culture blossoms from our disadvantages: we do what we do to make up for what we don’t have.

I formed a bond with this area before I understood there were other places I could be. Why am I still here? Emotional ties.

I believe our emotional investment in this place is what gives it value in the eyes of others; decision makers should pay much more attention to this, and to people’s relationship with place in general.


We live forwards but understand backwards – Soren Kierkegaard

Having written on this site for a few years, I’ve come to consider Manchester a “bad parent”; growing up here, I had no option but to absorb what was around me…

This conurbation is the product of historical human exploitation on a massive scale. The scars of 19th century exploitation persist not just in the infrastructure and the architecture, but in the attitudes of many who grew up here – grim stoical cynicism, sometimes vicious humour and rife reverse class snobbery.

Many of the city’s high profile pop culture sons resemble rebellious adolescents, even in middle age; and the male domination of this city’s culture is shocking.

Manchester has tended to resent London’s political and economic supremacy in the UK. Our city’s football-dominated world-view has led to a feeling of European fellowship (bypassing London), oddly expressed through adopted Spanish names such as Granada, the Hacienda and Barca, and fed by the appeal of a “South” worth coveting.

“Madchester” was a cultural disaster… It was fun briefly but led down a blind alley. The city’s music and football cultures combined and solidified. Arguably, the city has suffered from creative constipation ever since. Thankfully Graphene somehow managed to squeeze out.

Salford and Manchester are con-joined cities, sharing the same centre which lies within the city of Manchester… Are they joined at the head or the heart? The BBC’s presence will hopefully make up for chronic neglect of Salford’s national and international profile.

My email is urs@mancky.co.uk

BTW If you’ve commented on here and the comment has disappeared, I’m really sorry. While getting rid of comment spam, I accidentally deleted some good comments.


  1. Anna Ackah

    Spyra Gyra got me jazz funking on my toes, Rafters got me completely jazz funked up!

    Manchester was cool then and has gotten cooler since

    Memory tunes come alive once more at the Hilton Soul weekender…keep on moving

  2. Mary Begley

    Hi Ursula,

    I disagree that Manchester’s grim!! What a sad epithet! I think that with the caveats ‘despite everything’ and ‘relatively speaking’, Manchester can be vibrant and friendly. As for beauty, we’ve got good and bad just like every other city, haven’t we? It’s the attitude of the people who live here that matters!


  3. I’m doing my dissertation on the Manchester music scene from ’86-’96 and this website saved my life, thank you!! There’s so much good stuff on here, keep up the good work, rave on! :)

  4. Let me guess – geraldine and Ursula aren’t from Manchester originally ?

    • hi matt – i’ve lived in manchester since i was 6 – how clever of you to guess i wasn’t born here. geraldine was born in manchester.
      best wishes, urs.

  5. I have been looking for old photos of the arndale centre circa 1980 to 85 as I used to work there, does anyone remember the golden egg restaurant which later became crawfords. Ihave lots of great memouries of working in the arndale, I used to drink in the Isacc newton and eventualy worked there as a kitchen hand, I also worked at the newyork newyork restaurant and pizzaland on deansgate. I became a member of pips in 1980 and although I now live in Australia I still have my membership card, for some reason I never lost it and didn’t realize I had it until about 2 yrs ago and ive moved about a hell of a lot since the 80s.The music scene back then was fantastic,inventive and exciting. Cold beer,cold nights and steaming hot pudding chips and gravy at the end of the night and hopefully a sweet girl on your arm, then the late night bus home to blackley, sorry for rattling on just got nostalgic.

  6. Hi Urs
    Great site I’ve really enjoyed surfing thru it the past couple of days. I lived, studied and worked in the city from 81 to 84 and have many memories that overlap with your own. Strangely despite my weed and booze damaged memory your name seems very familiar (Afflecks Pally perhaps.) All the best Steve

    • Hi Steve! Thanks for commenting – in 1984 I was at sixth form and at the poly art foundation course. I did spend a fair bit of time in Afflecks – did you work there? Best wishes, Urs

  7. Martin Davies

    Hi Urs – just happened across the site while reading about Hulme and have now idled away a very enjoyable two hours reading posts and reliving my own past. I was in rockabilly (“psychobilly”) bands in the 80s and remember wandering – Narnia-like – into a newly opened Afflecks Palace one Saturday afternoon and feeling that life would never be the same again. I was never much a ‘metal’ fan but I was reading with interest about Phil Lynott recently and became quite fascinated by his mother’s ‘showbusiness hotel’ in Whalley Range and the motley array of characters who passed through there in the 70s – fodder for a possible post, if you haven’t done it already.
    Thank you for the Proustian trip down Amnesia Avenue – very much appreciated.

    • Hi Mart – thanks for the message – that hotel is right at the end of my road as far as I know and I haven’t written about it but you’re quite right, I should. I don’t know any details – just the basic story. I’ll see what I can find out… Where were you reading about it? And which bands were you in? Thanks again, best wishes, Urs

      • Martin Davies

        Hi Urs –

        Re: Phil Lynott’s mother’s hotel: I was just reading bits and bobs on the internet, such as this:
        The bands I was in were never up to much – just playing local venues in west Manchester. But “psychobilly” was an odd and interesting phase in the mid-late 80’s. Even though we quiffed our hair religiously and wore the requisite 50s clothing, I don’t recall any of us ever really listening to actual rockabilly music or caring much about it! Might be one of those embarrassing “style over substance” moments I fear.

  8. This is really interesting for me to read up on dear old Manchester.

    I can’t agree that it’s a grim city at all. Sometime in the 1960’s, my parents used to take us over to visit Kendal Milne’s, as it was then, on Deansgate at Christmas time, so my perceptions of big city Manchester were always sprinkled with magic Santa Claus dust.

    Later on as an early teenager, it epitomised the big city and I viewed it like mini New York. Deansgate was Broadway and everything was happening there. It was the epicenter of all things good for me.

    The kung fu explosion happened in ’74, and various clubs opened and closed there to capitalise on the fad/movement which gripped the imagination of the UK’s youth, and I was in there, with dream inspired visions of Carradine’s depictions of the Shaolin monastery and Bruce Lee’s incredible energy and charisma, and Manchester was accommodating it all. There was a martial arts shop on Swan Street which ran for so many years and at which I bought a black kung fu jacket, made in Taiwan, and small enamel yin-yang badge which I still have in my closet here in China, where I’ve been living for over 12 years now. Such is the power of the media and Manchester.

    Due to my interest in Asia, from the psychedelic movement in the 60’s, and the kung fu explosion in the 70’s, I left the UK in the mid 80’s to make a year long trip overland to China and back.

    Just over a year later, I settled down in Taiwan for just over 4 years, the country which I had made the kung fu jacket which I’d bought in Swan St., remember?, and worked and studied Mandarin Chinese and tai chi, also advertised in the Manchester Evening News during the day. The spirit of Manchester was with me in Taiwan.

    Later, when Madchester occurred, I read about it in an issue of the American Time magazine one afternoon in the library at Chenggung university in Tainan city, Taiwan, and I was entranced at this mad foolishness that was happening in wonderful Manchester, and I so wanted to be there and see it for myself!

    Whenever I used to go home for a visit to my parents in Rochdale, Manchester was always the amazing city I would pass through; always checking out Chinatown, and the Free Trade Hall, where I’d seen so many great concerts. It was Manchester, and I was back to experience and enjoy it for a short while before going back to Asia to continue my travels. Manchester was always that central pin in my mind.

    11 years later to the day, I returned to the UK for 3 years and met a Chinese kung fu master at an exhibition of Chinese culture which was held at the Museum of Science and Technology in 1997. So again, that Manchester influence in my life. He invited me to visit his kung fu and chi gong centre just off Piccadilly Gardens, where I trained for 2 years before taking off to Thailand to work for 2 years. By this time, the internet had come into fledgling common usage, so I could keep in touch with Manchester happenings online. It was never far away now.

    Later, I took off for work in Kathmandu, another city which remains as dear and familiar to me as Manchester, and not finding any suitable vacancies there, gravitated to China, from 2002, to the present date; taking time off to go back traveling in India and Nepal, two loves of mine which equal dear old Christmas stardust psychedelic rock concert kung fu exotic eastern promise inspired mini New York wonderful Madchester Manchester. And it’s never far from me in spirit. And I always get such a kick when returning to the UK on visits and walking round old haunts and noting the changes and Manchester’s current face.

    I think it was Dickens who once said “Travel is mainly in the mind.”, but then so is everyday life, and my personally coloured perceptions of Manchester could never perceive it as grim, with so many great and influential associations embedded within its existence for me.

    Good on ya, Manchester!!! One of the true centres of the world, for me, and it always will be!


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  10. heather

    Does anyone know we’re did salmon get to after sam sams closed down in hulme . Miss that place , had some happy memories me and my sister in the early 90 s .

  11. Really great article ! I agree with every word which is unusual.
    I was living in Hulme from 89-94 but I’d been visiting Hulme since the late 70s.
    The Aaben was my film education. The PSV, my intro to Roots culchur & reggae riddim.

  12. Hey Folks,

    great website. Please can you get us in touch with BASIL CLARKE. We are big admirer of YARGO and we would like to re-release some stuff.

    Looking forward to hear from you.
    Kind Regards

  13. thanks for the information – i know the ‘manchester beat’ site, although it’s all before my time, best wishes, urs.

  14. Dear Sascha,
    Try approaching MOSI directly for the transcripts through http://www.mosi.org.uk/ although their site is down today for some reason.

    I am just a person who writes on the internet for fun… I’m not part of any group or institution.

    Re: The Hacienda see:

    http://www.mancky.co.uk/?p=8066 – Hacienda in City Fun fanzine ’82

    http://www.mancky.co.uk/?p=3079 – Hacienda in City Life magazine ’84

    http://www.mancky.co.uk/?p=685 Hacienda lifestyle ’85-’87

    http://www.mancky.co.uk/?p=2275 Temperance Club ’86

    http://www.mancky.co.uk/?p=837 House Sound of Chicago ’86-’87

    http://www.mancky.co.uk/?p=2323 Wide Night ’87

    http://www.mancky.co.uk/?p=462 T-coy Carino ’87

    http://www.mancky.co.uk/?p=403 52nd Street I’ll Return ’87

    http://www.mancky.co.uk/?p=1278 Zumbar night – Hot night ’88

    http://www.mancky.co.uk/?p=1258 Hot night ’88

    http://www.mancky.co.uk/?p=1343 Happy Mondays and new pecking order ’88

    I much preferred the scene before acid house and rave. Acid house killed musical diversity and changed the Hacienda from a creative melting pot into a drug-selling machine controlled by gangsters. Another case of cynicism devouring idealism, which seems to happen alot around here.
    Best wishes, Urs

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