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HOORAY - I just bought tickets for West Side Story in Manchester in December! Another thing ticked off the bucket list!
‘When you’re a jet, you’re a jet all the way!’
British cities have edged up ranking of the world most expensive with London among the top 20 and Manchester in the top 50.
London moved up one place to 16, while Manchester jumped six to 47, the Economist Intelligence Unit found in its latest survey of transport, utilities, food, clothing and other items in 131 cities across the world.
A big name political economist is at Manchester this week.
A big name political economist answered an email inquiry to meet with me about my thesis.
A big name political economist will have a coffee/pint with me after their talk to discuss my thesis findings.
OH SWEET BABY UNICORNS, PLEASE LET THE UNIVERSITY AGREE TO LET ME HAVE THEM FOR MY EXTERNAL EXAMINER. THIS COULD SERIOUSLY ADD TO MY CV!
Words nor photos capture the disgust I have with this weather.
The sun came out for less than 2 minutes. I tried to find a gif of a crowd running (as in all of Britain running for sunshine). All I could find was people fleeing public shootings … Quite disturbing… Like this weather.
And while I’m (non)blogging, I might as well include these two photos.
There was a small pub crawl after the making of the giant French Fancy where we went to the ‘American’-equivalent of genuine dive bars in Manchester, otherwise known as stabby shitholes.
This is a particular type of shithole, a literal one.
The Tunnel - not to be confused with Tunnel Bar on Whitworth St - is a pub that reclaimed the space previously occupied by underground public toilets in central Manchester. Basically, it always smells like a toilet, apparently and particularly after it rains. Its part of the Big Hands group, [one of] Guy Garvey of Elbow’s favourite Manchester haunt[s], so the booze selection ain’t bad. The seating is cosy, and you can tell the place is fighting off being taken over by young hipsters. All in all, its a great stop for a pint - but really no more because the smell will get to you - but be sure to have a stop in the first toilet so you can get a first-hand look at some great toilet art.
“DO YOU LIKE PIES?” robot fingers
IT’S ALIVE BOG ROLL DISPENSER
“WE LOVE MANCHESTER” followed by “WE HATE TOURISTS”
ahhhh, Mancs, you’re just such a lovely people, eh?
We’re moving, and this is where we want to be. The house search continues tomorrow.
Reddish, Stockport, Greater Manchester - where people MAY be Mancs but are still awesome.
*photo: alley-way garden path. In Reddish all the alley ways have locked gates. I guess cutting down on alley-way access reduces crime; I’m all for that, but I’m even more for alley-long gardening communities.
Today’s forecast: Manchester-y
My building is epic.