Went to Manchester with my girlfriend today as she had an interview for an apprenticeship scheme. Whilst I waited for her and passed the time I decided to wander around the city and take some of it in. I was born and raised in a small town that can be driven through in under five minutes and as a result it's only home to a few thousand people. Because of this I have to admit that I'm totally out of my depth in the big city.
Too many weirdo's, too many snap-backs and too many foreigners (racism ftw!) in Manchester for me I'm afraid. I couldn't move without bumping into a Burka and was asked multiple times by old fella's who stunk of ale for some change to pay for their bus ride home. I'm sure that if I did have to re-locate to the city I'd end up getting used to it as the actual buildings and shops that are there were impressive but I have to admit that the sheer busyness of it all made me just want to go home.
I don't actually know why I've turned this simple post into a rant but there you go, ironically I'm going to Liverpool this weekend to go clothes shopping with my girlfriend. FOYM, Danny-Boy & Berserker are all welcome to tag along.
You'll be one of these: