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15:45 from Manchester
Well, the flatmate and I returned last night from Manchester we had been up there to celebrate friend Helen’s birthday and a good time was very definitely had by all.
Chris wasn’t actually supposed to be attending at all, but his NLP course ended up having to finish a day early so he was able to join at the last minute. Mark and John and I had managed to book rooms in a rather posh hotel at half price since it wasn’t quite finished and needed consumer testing, and somehow our tickets back had plonked us right in a First Class carriage which was not exactly expected but certainly welcome. So the weekend’s accommodation and travel was rather luxurious to be honest.
(I’ve decided that from now on, train journeys of over 1.5 hours are only to be done first class. I need the legroom and the space otherwise people might die.)
And there were some excellent meals too. Helen did drinks and nibbles at her place for the Friday and we had a wonderful meal at a restaurant called Bacchanalia for the Saturday where during the course of the evening I was able to indulge my love of mussels, roasted Mediterranean vegetables and port. And we hit Sam’s Chop House on the Sunday for lunch, which similarly proved absolutely stunning.
The only bit I didn’t enjoy was a rather painful hour or so in the Manchester Revolution. The place was ram-packed and understaffed and played nothing but tedious hard-house music at a level which made it impossible to have a conversation with anyone. In the end, my window of enjoyment having passed, I made my excuses and left, feeling once again that clubs and I really don’t mix.
Besides which it’s got to be said I don’t much care for Vodka anyway.
The rest of the time we all amused ourselves. The girls were all interested in some Rugby match that was apparently going on (I understand “we won” whatever that means), Mark and John were hitting various cultural high-spots, and so Chris and I ate, shopped and hit the Museum of Science and Industry.
Where, by a strange coincidence that I really hadn’t expected, there was a Doctor Who “Up Close” Exhibition on. (I can only imagine I’m on some Karmic Upswing at the moment.)
All in all it was a brilliant weekend and most relaxing - albeit quite terrifyingly expensive. (Actually the accommodation and meals and so on was not a problem - I just ended up buying a hell of a lot of clothing up there for some reason. How gay is that?)
Some photos here.
Posted on October 8, 2007 | Filed Under My So-Called Life
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