Disclaimer: ELH's review may be somewhat coloured by the fact that she just spent a splendid sunny day sunning her shoulders in Chorlton Park whilst picnicking with lovely friends.
Okay, that's out of the way then. When the sun's shining and the ordinarily maudlin Mancunian weather's looking chirpy, there's no better place to be than one of South Manchester's public parks, and Chorlton Park is no exception. Visually deceptive, it's actually a lot larger than it first seems. It's got all areas covered, from a skate park for the awkward teenagers to a playground for the tiddlers, an official dog area, football pitches, a bowling green, and plentiful places to park your tush if you're in the mood for wrapping up some food and hanging out with chums. Take your rubbish home or find a bin, or face my wrath. I was a member of the Tufty Club. I shan't tolerate your mess.
So it's all-round awesome and lovely, and not far from Southern Cemetery which in fairness is pretty by itself, although it is far enough away to not feel like you're surrounded by, well, death. Haley Joel Osmont would have a field day there, that cemetery's probably bigger than the park.
Chorlton Park misses out on a fifth star because today the public toilets were shut. For serious. They're in the park office. I don't get it. You've got small-bladdered children everywhere, you have ponces like us drinking wine, and you lock your toilets on a Sunday. Do you actively want to encourage men to write their names on trees? Okay, bad example, boys will be boys but you don't want women squatting at all angles now do you. I had to venture into the local McDonald's on Barlow Moor Road to empty my person. Wow, it was nice to see so many pallid, pudgy faces indoors while the Vitamin D was pouring out of the sky outside. I wholly blame you for subjecting me to that, Chorlton Park.
Other than that, you're aces! read more