I seem to be chasing the weather. Every time I check the weather app on my phone for the next place I'm headed it says its going to be sunny, but when I turn up to be greeted by the pissing rain the app changes its mind and says the good weather has been postponed for a few more days. It's laughing at me.
Manchester has been pretty miserable as well, weather-wise. No shit, I hear you cry. My Travelodge was more bleak and sparse than I expected for a city centre, and the view from my room was suitably unimpressive. I had a nice evening though, apart from one major hiccup, and it was cool to see my friend Callum, at uni in manchester, for a couple of hours. Also, thanks to his student halls' launderette, I now have a bag full of fresh, clean clothes!
View from my window. Nicccccce.
More picturesque view of Manchester
It most certainly does NOT.
This morning, before catching the train, I went to the National Football Museum for a few of hours. Yeah, I got to hold the Premier League trophy! All two stone of it. I also got to see some cool memorabilia and collectables there, including a small collection of Tonka footballer statues from 1989, which I used to have a couple of. Gary Lineker and Terry Butcher, I seem to remember...I felt a brief twang of nostalgia over that. Elsewhere, an interactive screen allows you to watch a selection of England's best goals, then vote for your favourite, one of them being Stuart Pearce's penalty against Spain in Euro 96. I watched, I welled up, I fucked off.
Next time I go to Manchester, I am certainly not getting in any more taxis. Like most cabbies, they love to go round the houses, and until you walk around the city centre for a bit you really don't realise how small it is. A £7.50 cab ride from the station to the hotel was a 10 minute walk the other way this morning. On the map, the walk from the north west of the city centre to the university in the south east looks pretty daunting, but it took half hour at the most. Don't let it be said that this blog isn't practical and informative.
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