Category Archives: Odds and Sods

With – The Company – moving north-westwards to Preston, there was a mandatory change of train in Manchester. Unlike Monday’s impromptu visit to Kabana (22 Back Turner St., Northern Quarter, Manchester M4 1FR England), today’s was planned. Fried Fish (£6.00) … Continue reading →

Is this Glasgow’s — nay the world’s — most prolific curry critic? Curry-Heute has reviewed over a thousand curries across the city — here are his favourites ROBBIE ARMSTRONG | 27 August 2025 | It is impossible to convey the … Continue reading →

Today is the fifteenth anniversary of the launch of Curry-Heute, Marg had a card commissioned  to commemorate the date. I don’t know who the freeloaders are. Ten of those years have been spent in retirement, giving the opperchancity to travel … Continue reading →

Curryspondent Ed has been busy finding out what is going on in and around Allison Street. Here is a recent email: I asked in the next door Asian grocers about the demise of the Lasani Grill. The owner said that … Continue reading →

There was no Curry-Heute, no time. Today was about witnessing Irmin Schmidt promote and sign his book – All Gates Open – at Waterstone’s (Deansgate, Manchester). All Gates Open – is in two parts, a history of CAN written by … Continue reading →

It appears that I have been shortlisted once more as – Curry Lover of the Year –  in the Scottish Curry Awards. Oceanic Consulting informed me today when I queried the above that they meant – Hector Curry Club.  That … Continue reading →

Hector, Marg and Howard saw Anathema perform in Glasgow on what was the second night of The Optimist Tour in September this year. With everything ready The Roadie appeared to fuck up big style and – Suddenly –  Vincent Cavanagh’s … Continue reading →

If I’m high on a hill She’d still been looking down at me Hector has always said that, no matter where in the World, if Ritchie Blackmore reformed – Rainbow – he will be there. The Gigs were announced at … Continue reading →

Hector is 60 !  

The altimeter said 9753m, the little ’plane on the map which moved – oh so slowly, showed the Locus. How I would love to dine on the ground directly below, not to be. I had promised myself to try the … Continue reading →