Tag Archives: Manchester
Stockport
I don’t really know if Stockport’s trying to be a city or a big town, and you get the idea that it doesn’t have a clue either.
See, Stockport’s the bit that missed the toilet — bounced off the rim, the M60, the Manchester ringroad that is — and settled into the carpet halfway between the [...]
The mannequin
My mother’s road is a leafy provincial strip in a dying town.
People have two cars, drink wine with their prozac, subscribe to Sky Sports and still think the internet’s biblical.
It’s slippy when it’s cold and the train station wasn’t earmarked for improvements anyway, so nobody cares that Manchester voted against the conjection charge.
It’s good if [...]






Manchester 10K