the city that gave birth to david beckham's career -- which subsequently then inspired forty-million kajillion (yes, i counted) bad attempts by metrosexual men all around the world trying to imitate beckham's haircuts!
i wonder if manchester even realises what they're responsible for...?
maybe i should have shouted from a street corner whilst i was there, just to let the locals know...(hmmm, yes, note to self for next time)
well i'm yet to find anywhere in The United Kingdom where i haven't enjoyed myself, and manchester was certainly no exception -- i mean, of course i'm going to love manchester: they have a wagamama's there! (and the giant ferris wheel did nothing to dampen my enthusiasm for the place!)
though, something that DID dampen my enthusiasm for the place was my inability to find and purchase a manchester fridge magnet -- no store clerk even knew where to send me to find one! a city has got to have pride in itself, people! the only other city that i couldn't find a fridge magnet in was Calcutta, and I can kinda understand that, but MANCHESTER?! i couldn't even find a Manchester United fridge magnet (but i did see Man. U. scarves, hats, gloves, shirts, shorts and coffee mugs etc.)
but, credit where credit's due, manchester did somewhat redeem itself when i saw that it had its name printed all over their garbage bags -- now this may be my ignorance speaking, but i can't say i've ever seen a city with personalised trash bags before -- BRILLIANT!!
my adventures in manchester:
lose a leather glove on the way to the train station, and still continue to wear just one glove for the rest of the day (Mikey Jackson would be dead proud of me) . realise that you've never ridden in a street cleaner, so tap on the window and ask the driver if you can come along -- i've still never ridden in a street cleaner . play a quick round of my new favourite game that i've called: "Kick The Pigeon" -- luckily for the pigeons, i'm awfully bad at it . spend a good few hours shopping in Primark . stealthily try and steal photos of a guy with the world's best mullet! . almost get hit by a tram -- oh c'mon, i wasn't raised in Melbourne, i'm not used to tram-dodging . see a woman with too much money (she was wearing red leather pants) walk past a man with not enough money (he was begging for change -- and funnily enough, NOT wearing red leather pants, i guess his income just doesn't allow for such luxuries) . wonder silently at what age i stop getting excited by a ferris wheel . order a venti chai latte on soy, no water, extra hot, no whip, no foam (i'll find some more words to add to that order, eventually) . go for a quick shop in one of my favourite stores: TESCO!! . laugh at some guys yelling "FREAK!" at someone, until you realise that it's actually you they're yelling it at -- oh what, like i'm the only dude walking around manchester taking photos of his feet?! . whilst shopping at The Arndale Centre, realise with delight that the bathroom facilities you just used are actually winners of the most recent "Loo of the Year" Awards -- it seems that toilets need to feel important, too! . on your way back through the train station five hours later, enquire at The Information Desk and reacquaint yourself with the glove you'd already given up for lost -- now i definitely LOVE manchester! thank you kind person who handed in my lost glove, you've saved all my friends from the embarrassment of having to walk around with a guy who thinks he's Michael Jackson!
here are the photos:
stay tuned, next week: DUSSELDORF, GERMANY!!!
let the good times roll!!
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