we went to manchester and it was nice.

I sometimes wonder how my life would have been different if i had put a 1 instead of a 2 in the little box next to Manchester University on my ucas application. that tiny little mark on a page effecting the next three years of my life, if not my whole future. Would I have found love in laundrette's in fallowfield rather than admiration amongst the ancient arches that give Newcastle's campus its traditional red brick feel? my nights out in 5th ave and Sankeys, sweaty affairs no doubt fueled from the Glens wouldn't really be that far apart from Stone Love and Cosmic?
the voyage into the great unknown for me were not pastures so new if i had ventured westwards to discover myself between the sheets - of both books and beds. a city i had some bearing of, i prefered to take the road less travelled, (and apparently the phrase most used) and headed North and have never looked back (down the A1).
But, luckily, manchester is not all but a distant memory given my good friend Emily's inhabitance there meaning i have bed and board whenever i so wish. and we did wish. a holiday to sunnier climates was called for to say farewell to our easter break. the enticement of Laura Marling in the Lowry was also too much to turn down, alongside the vegetarian delights which would be offered to me (cheese, tomato sauce, pasta, (burnt) onion - hmm.) i joke, vegetarian food can suck my proverbial balls.

Number One Manchester delight (aside from emily herself of course) - The Northern Quarter.
how many second hand clothes shops can you fit into a square mile?
a lot.
no, i am not carrying on the tedious theme of awful jokes, but honestly i didn't realise there were enough dead old people in the north west with wardrobes stuffed with relics from the 1930s onwards for kids to buy so they too could look like old people from the 1930s. there are a lot of vintage shops.
i have no money
= torturous situation.
basic shopping math there.
whilst vintage shops were ruling this area of the high street, the quirky cafes were not to be ignored either, a pound cup of tea from what has to surely have been the most handsome bearded cafe worker in the surrounding 50 mile area enjoyed on a sun bathed pavement brought a bit of munich to milan on this monday afternoon. or, like somewhere else dead cultural like. Oklahoma cafe. nice shop too.
again shame i couldn't buy anything- this is definately a developing theme in my life right now.

Second Manchester Delight - Trofs Special Lager.
I regarded my closing and only pint of the night with a suspicious glance, 'special lager you say, and why is it, *cough* special?'
Trofs is a quaint bar on a side street off the main fallowfield parade of take aways and drinking emporiums, with wooden decked walls, an enclosed balcony smoking area and quirky decoration, it's safe to say it is a student favourite. as is there special lager/cider - an unknown liquid sold at 2.50 (hardly that cheap by newcastle standards). the taste is debateable, the source is probabaly more so.

Lessons learnt - don't let certain friends try and organise public transport. don't get off the tram 2 stops before you are meant to. twice.