Finally after two years in a broom cupboard in Stretford, I have moved offices to Manchester City Centre – so this week has been spent walking through the city in the sunshine – something I haven’t done for ages, and I can’t believe how much the city has changed since I last worked here.
Apart from the increase in the number of Starbucks and Café Nero, there just seems to be a great buss about the place.
At the moment, the temperature is 25° - and in the words of Ian Brown – “Manchester has everything – apart from a beach”
I once suggested that an area of Salford Quays should be converted into a city beach for Mancunians – the idea was laughed away by everyone I told, they thought an urban beach in Manchester would be a haven for the city’s scallies, and the sand would be awash with piss, broken bottles and needles.
Maybe it would have done ten years ago when I moved her but not so much now – even the spilffs I used to illicitly smoke in Piccadilly Gardens as a student have been replaced by urbane professionals sipping lattes on the grass.
It makes me think of Brighton again, and having some time off work.