Well, I'm back. No music tonight, just a few friends I wanted to see. Had a few beers though so excuse me for any slurred typing...

Must admit why I am back early first. can't stand being in Manchester after 10pm - Usualy set off back by 9 but was a bit later today. The reason is that it gets far too rowdy. Too many young blokes wanting to prove that they can piss £100 up a wall in a single night. Too many ladettes trying to copy them. It was a bit cold for them tonight so I olnly say a few dozen staggering up Peter Street on my way back. Didn't notce any pissing up the wall. Perhaps teh cold helps. Anyway - Back to the festivities.

I didn't walk all the way in - I sprained my ankle yesterday, in Manchester again. I got the bus to the Crescent in Salford and had a drink in there first. Walked the last mile and half to Deansgate though. After having two pints of something a bit stronger than I usualy have the ankle felt fine. Arrived at the Knott fringe on Deansgate about 40 minutes later and found I had just missed the people I was after but stopped for a pint of Ginger Marble anyway.

Caught up with them at bar 38 on Peter Street and had a half (it was crap) before leaving for Mr Thomas's chop house where they stayed and I left to walk to Picadilly for the bis home. Decided to stay on the bus all the way home insted of getting off at the Crescent again. Sense prevailed:-)

Apart from said pillocks on Peter Street didn't see any trouble. Bit early probably. But - Two bus rides and a long walk around the city centre did not result in my murder, rape or sale into slavery. Not what people want to hear i guess. I suppose i will neve rbe a journalist...

Cheers

DtG