Thursday 23rd November 2017, 2.40pm (day 2,282)
OK, I know, I know, Manchester, building site…. But, at least, a well-lit one. With piles of red things that look like some big kid’s construction set. In the end, that’s what this is anyway.
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Tag Archives: Manchester
Entry to the Etihad
Tuesday 21st November 2017, 7.20pm (day 2,280)
For a birthday present for father and nephew (both Manchester City fans) I got them tickets for tonight’s UEFA Champions League game versus Feyenoord at the Etihad stadium, and went along myself.
It was a stellar exhibition of football genius and entertainment, as befits the most exciting sports competition anywhere in the universe, played by Gods who walk the earth in human form. At least, that was the media narrative. Personally I thought it was a rather tedious game, played out by a bunch of uninterested guys who knew it was essentially meaningless and that they’d get their £250,000 each this week whatever the result. And you couldn’t even get a beer at half-time.
Walking home
Thursday 16th November 2017, 5.10pm (day 2,275)
It gets darker and darker in the evenings so going home at this time feels later and later — even if it is the time most of us drones go home from work, of course.
Gone to Liverpool (maybe)
Monday 6th November 2017, 11.15am (day 2,265)
Or Southport, or Bury, which are other towns named on the facade of Victoria station in Manchester and to where one can still catch a train…. unlike Fleetwood, Goole and other places where trains haven’t gone from here in a long time. Hope he/she locked their bike securely, wherever it was.
Demolition
Thursday 2nd November 2017, 9.20am (day 2,261)
The ‘Manchester Technology Centre’ on Cloak Street clearly is no longer technological enough, as it becomes the latest building in the city centre to succumb to ‘creative destruction’. Will the fabled eco-park finally arise in its place?
Misty morning
Friday 27th October 2017, 8.05am (day 2,255)
It became a very bright and sunny day in Manchester but at 8am the whole city centre was wreathed in this rather eerie mist. A long and busy week comes to an end; time for a break….
Freight train, Victoria station
Thursday 26th October 2017, 1.45pm (day 2,254)
No rest for me despite an 11pm arrival home last night, it was off for a full day’s work, even if I did the second part of it at home. 13:48 departure from Victoria delayed a few minutes while this very long freight rumbled through platform 3b. This is just the very back end of it.
A prosaic way to mark Clare’s 41st birthday: many happy returns to her, as mentioned tonight, maybe on this date next year she should take over the blog for a day, as its title will apply…
Exchange Square tram stop
Friday 20th October 2017, 8.55am (day 2,248)
The smudges on the lens, the unnaturally reflective ground, the kind of stoically pained look of the lady with the blue bag, yes, it was another fine autumn morning in Manchester. I’m glad this week’s over, it has been very tiring. But Worktober ain’t finished yet, unfortunately.
Proteins priced individually
Wednesday 18th October 2017, 10.20am (day 2,246)
“Hi. I’d like the chicken caesar salad, a potato salad, and a plate of glutamine synthetase, please.”
“Certainly madam. That’ll be £3.50 for the two salads, and we have a special on glutamine synthetase today at just £2.50 for a plate. Unless you’d prefer an orotidylate decarboxylase wrap, at just £1.95?”
Oxford Road (under ominous skies)
Monday 16th October 2017, 10.00am (day 2,244)
I know I did this one yesterday, to some extent, but hey, it’s a different spot with added gold. Ominous skies all morning but although it’s got very windy this evening, major stormy weather doesn’t seem to be brewing up. Which is a good thing, seeing as thirty years ago today (16th October 1987) the village I lived in at the time, Rotherfield in Sussex, had its 500-year old church spire blown down by the massive storm that hit the south of England that night.
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