Posted by: SM | September 11, 2014

Saving Cuckoo. Viva Prestwich

This is the version submitted to the council and to Cuckoo for their hearing.


To whom it may concern.

I love Prestwich village, it’s my home and not to harp on about it too much but I’m in a wheelchair and trust me when I say in that situation you are more likely to find things you must adapt, than you are finding something that is perfect. There is always something that needs changing so you can feel comfortable. Prestwich village is a rare place in that I wouldn’t change a bit of it.

I’m so happy here, I know everyone at village greens by name, Jay at JDs sandwich bar and cafe is a whizz with poached eggs and the staff there will help me in anytime. The red lion let me test their toilets when they were empty to see if I could cope around their toilets. I can so I go in there a lot. You probably think I’m drifting from the point but you must understand it’s all part of feeling comfortable and welcome here.

Cuckoo is one of those extremely rare cases where no adaptions were needed from me. I don’t need to ask the barman for a key like a schoolboy asking permission to go to the toilet, I love the food, the staff put the ramp down without prior warning of my visit, so there is absolutely no fuss there. I even chatted to a dj they have there and I’m enrolling I’m DJ school because of someone I found at cuckoo.

I live above a pub in the village and I know what loud and inconsiderate nehbours are all about. This is not a label I apply to Cuckoo’s customers. Cuckoo is the scene of my birthday drink, my post family funeral drink, when my flatmate is driving me insane I don’t go downstairs to the pub below my flat, I go to Cuckoo. The type of customer they attract is different from a pub and the atmosphere Cuckoo create for that customer cannot be found anywhere else.

It has become part of village life and is essential to my enjoyment of (and feeling part of) village life. I urge one of your members to spend a day in a wheelchair and experience all the aspects you have to put up with and adapt to. When you have spent a day seeing everything as I do then you may see why I’m so desperate to keep one of the businesses around that actually manages to be ten out of ten in terms of ambience and access. Trust me, it’s rare.

Please dont let Cuckoo close down. There are so many places in bury and Manchester that I cannot visit due to access, we shouldn’t lose somewhere that gets this and so many other things right.

If you wish to reply you may, I’d hate to have to write again but I will if necessary.




Simon Moult

Posted by: SM | July 3, 2014

The Wahlburgers screening party

I was having a laugh but thank you for clicking. Here is some Donnie to keep your eyes (and whatever other parts may be interested) happy.

Peace, love and restaurants with green signage.


Posted by: SM | January 13, 2014

Giving up on Pizza


I love slimming world genuinely, I’d do the leader job if I could, card carrying and proud of it, but I’m giving up on pizza.

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Posted by: SM | December 14, 2013


Hello you, remember me?
I’m sorry that you had to leave.
Your exit has left broken hearts and none of us are fine.

I knew it would hit us and hit with us all with force.
Though we carry on without you,
We all feel the loss.

The funny and wise words you often said, now are held safe in my head.
You went when you were ready and smiling, far from scared.

I told myself I’d be prepared  but ever since I’ve cried. It’s time to hold my hands up, sorry nanna I lied.

It’s not alright, in time it will be, but not too soon I hope.
Remembering your words and face with loved ones helps me cope.

In a minute I’ll be strong and silent and put it all away,
These are just words I had to say.

You kept them waiting long enough I guess but now your job is done. From me to you from us down here Your example will carry on.

I”ve got to go now, my train is coming in and there’s people still to see.
I’ll be home soon, I think I’ll have a whiskey in my tea.

Posted by: SM | September 4, 2013

What Is Light? Where Is Laughter?

I have literally an hour before I have to go and do this blood test. I have been good and I haven’t eaten before it although now every single thing I look at looks like food. I plan my food most days because of SW so today instead of coming back from the gym this morning and completely murdering a box of M&S Purely pineapple and a brew, I didn’t. I didn’t even lie down and watch television or sleep, which was what my mind wandered to during my swim.

It was the second day back after Newcastle and I was happier today because the ladies were back and the talkative life guard was on duty. The ladies asked how my holiday was and, before I could get too far into it, she told me that the stand off with the Jewish Men was still going on. They use the pool after ‘adult swim’ time and they always look down their noses at her because they seem to think the showers are for them only. I haven’t the heart to tell them that they have been coming in the wrong side since forever and the men’s showers are on the other side of the door. There’s nowt wrong with them either, the men just prefer to stand and tut in her direction when she is washing her hair. Anyway, I stopped talking to her so that she could rinse and maybe get out of the way before they came down and mumbled disapprovingly. She didn’t take the chance, she smiled and told me in her Irish accent, “they say hello to me now”. She is a minx!

I don’t know why but I am bothered by this blood test. Something was slightly higher than it should be a few months ago so they asked for a repeat. Everything is brilliant, lost weight, swim loads, don’t eat any crap any more ever… so bring on the blood tests and lets have the results I’m not worried…. ok I am but tests are an on-going thing for me and I don’t like any of them. Doesn’t seem that long ago I was in for Operation Twinkle Toes. Ah the memories, the fun, and the ultimate failure of that op, that doc is in Harrow now, he got a promotion; Harrow is a lovely part of the world, my ex is from there and she is…. well, Harrow has nice parts anyway).

I stayed at a Premier Inn while I was away and I had a little comment that a step up into a shower is probably a bad idea in a wheelchair accessible bathroom. This was passed on to the Disability Co-Ordinator ful gave me a ring today to let me know the situation. Upshot is she is a very nice person, Premier Inn are a lovely company (which I already knew) and if I need any information or assistance in future stays with them, I have the woman’s number and can call anytime.

Didn’t get a free stay though. Oh well. And I pointed out that the staff already knew my comment coz I told the receptionist. I did only tell him because he was cute and helpful and I didn’t want him getting a bollocking.


Peace, Love and Blood Tests – Moultyx


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