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).
Hey Kit,
You too have a cold then…… So have I and blocked fecking sinuses as well that make me sound like someone from B’ham. Oh Dear! Just remembered…. I am from B’ham.
Btw: happy new year …..
I am sitting staring at the ‘puter. 2007 won’t be much different! Though as I feel thoroughly miserable due to said cold and knocking back the various cold remedies means I can’t touch booze so I am drinking herbal tea and being like a female version of Victor Meldrew as I am getting very irritated listening to people enjoying themselves playing loud music and having… parties. I just don’t believe it……………
Manchester has been very rapidly ceasing to be cheap for some time now. It’s called urban regeneration!