It does serve you well. Tib Street was also full of pet shops. It also had, in the early 1960s at least one record shop that was full of jazz imports from the US 'cos I used to spend hours in there as a youth deciding on what LPs I could not afford. They also had a lot of British jazz on the Esquire label. Probably still got some of them somewhere but owing to heavy usage an mishandling/storage, they are in a bad way. I've also got this somewhere plus some on the Riverside label, also bought in a shop at the far end of Tib Street.
Tib Street was great. Full of pet shops, record shops, and just loads of interesting places to while away an afternoon. Lots of Manchester's centre was like that, though. I remember a little side street off Cannon Street that was full of bespoke tailors, with their wares on display.
I'm sure you will remember the old joke about Tib Street. A police constable is being shown the ropes by his sergeant and, while on patrol in Piccadilly Gardens, they come across a horse which has collapsed and died. The sergeant tells the constable to make a note of their find and the constable writes "10:45 am Dead horse found in " "'Ere, sarge," he says, "How do you spell Piccadilly?" The sergeant says, "P I C A D er, P I C C A D D er, P I C A D D er... Get your coat off and we'll drag the beggar round into Tib Street" (I did say old - I first heard that one over 50 years ago )
edited because the sweary filter doesn't like beggar with a u instead of the e! Honestly, JD, come on!
Edited by tonyXIII, 28 April 2013 - 04:24 PM.