Sunny

It’s warm today. Everybody is out. As you can see in the photo. I’m sat in Piccadilly Gardens, Manchester. I’m able to blog through the power of iPad + wifi hotspot generated on mobile phone. The ground is pretty damp and is ever so slightly seeping into the arse of my jeans. I don’t care, I’m British. This is what we do.

I can’t see any fellas with their tops off, so I can tell I’m not in Warrington. I know I’m not in Warrington, anyway. I got the train from Warrington to Manchester this morning, so it’s pretty obvious.

It’s a nice way to spend my dinner hour, despite the damp buttocks. The gigantic blue Primark sign looks down on me, beckoning me in to buy cheap clothes. Maybe some more £1 sunglasses. You can never have enough.

I’ll resist. I’m dying for a drink, so I’m off to get one. See you in a bit.