I used to love going into Manchester from about 14 to 20-ish. New Brown Street was the Carnaby Street of Manchester but I used to like the Army surplus in Tib Street better :-) The underground market was another place to hang out - you could get high just from standing around breathing in the pot smoke! Aunties kitchen was one of my favourite rock venues where I once saw a man have a fight with a meat pie :-D Sadly, in 1975, the Arndale centre ripped the heart out of Manchester and it was never quite the same after the monstrosity was built :-(

Mrs G and I used to go in 'early doors' on a Saturday quite often in the 00s though, when the kids were capable of looking after themselves, and we used to quite enjoy that. Very rarely went in the Arndale but used to have a good mooch around St Anne's Square and Densgate or round the Cathedral and Victoria before eating in one of many hostelries and heading back home about 7-ish. Before the nutters came out to play :-D