I’m currently sat in what seems to pass as an internet cafe in Manchester Central (neé Chorlton Street) Coach Station. Because it’s in a location which isn’t an actual café, it is therefore massively overpriced (£3 for an hour! Three quid! I thought everything up north was supposed to be cheap!) but I think I can live with it.
My Xmas pressie booty haul (no, that isn’t Jay-Z’s latest track, before you were all asked) was a Lenin T-shirt from my sister, a nice cheque from the folks, and a nice, big, fat, John-Prescott-sized cold from someone (and when I find out who it is, they will feel my Bolshevik wrath). It seems that, whenever I come up to Manchester, I contract some form of illness. I suppose the next logical step is to contract Tetanus or maybe the Black Death.
Still, it won’t put me off the place. I went out with some good friends of mine and got the most pissed I’ve ever been this year. I think I could have sunk the Royal Navy with the amount of alcohol I’ve consumed this festive season.
Anyway, batteries fully recharged, I shall be coming home to London (it’s scary that I consider it home) and simply cannot wait to regale you with bollocks dressed up in a socialist garb (and some more serious political stuff as well).
Ah, it is mid-December, the Christmas shoppers are out in force, and I’m getting ready to return to Manchester on Wednesday for a week’s R&R, go out with mates I haven’t seen since this time last year, see the folks, and maybe have a mince pie or three.
We are now in the run-up to Christmas. I still haven’t done my Christmas shopping, and no doubt won’t until next week when I buy my family Gift Vouchers in a master stroke of originality and because I can’t be arsed to trapse around stores.
According to the BBC (though nothing to do with the fact they have a L!VE TV style documentary on the issue tonight on BBC Three),
According to BBC News (RSS feeds - gotta love ‘em), the United Nations has found that
Following on from my, quite frankly dazzling,