Wednesday 29th June 2016, 4.10pm (day 1,770)
Adding insult to the profound sense of incompetence hanging over England at the moment, the weather conforms to all the worst stereotypes about an English summer.
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Tag Archives: Manchester
Sale at Zara
Tuesday 28th June 2016, 1.55pm (day 1,769)
There were several posts I could have made today that made some kind of comment on the political situation but, y’know…. elsewhere, I’ve said enough. So I’m going with this one because I just like the juxtaposition and the composition with her red top. Also the reflections, including yr. humble photographer just to the left of the sign.
Princess Street
Monday 20th June 2016, 8.50am (day 1,761)
Another Manchester pic, making six out of the last eight. A new role at work means it’s likely I’ll be spending more time there than has been the case over the last few years, so expect more of this kind of thing… if you’re still following this visual diary of mine, anyway.
Piece to camera
Friday 17th June 2016, 9.20am (day 1,758)
I don’t watch TV so I don’t know who the woman on the left is, but she’s clearly something to do with TV presenting because the gaggle of lighting technicians and cameramen seen here are just a portion of the posse of hangers-on, outside broadcast vans, police outriders and so on, that surrounded her in front of the National Football Museum this morning. Anyone care to provide the ID?
UPDATE: Apparently this is Michelle Ackerley — they were filming a piece for BBC’s Crimewatch (hence all the coppers, which I did think were otherwise a bit excessive)
Shelter from the storm
Thursday 16th June 2016, 9.20pm (day 1,757)
Manchester was hit by a thunderstorm this evening that dumped torrential rain on the city centre — quite exceptional (or are these events happening more and more?). Although it had mostly stopped by the time this photo was taken, I imagine these guys, like the rest of us, were just wanting to find somewhere to dry out.
Flyover (Mancunian Way)
Tuesday 14th June 2016, 9.45am (day 1,755)
Over 11 years of walking from Manchester Victoria station to my office at uni I have honed my route to reach work in as direct a fashion as possible but to still go down the quietest and most chilled-out streets. I think after 11 years I have finally perfected it. This lane underneath the Mancunian Way is virtually unused now, except by occasional pedestrians like me, the occasional homeless guy and the local graffiti establishment. And yes, this morning it was still raining.
European monsoon
Monday 13th June 2016, 9.30am (day 1,754)
I’ve lived in Britain my whole 46.8 years and it amazes me that there are still people who somehow believe that our month of June is somehow high summer. There are sound climatic reasons why this is not the case, it’s called the ‘European Monsoon’ or ‘Return of the Westerlies’. Look it up. The Westerlies sure bloody returned today I can tell you.
Taking a nap
Wednesday 8th June 2016, 9.35am (day 1,749)
He looks comfortable and well-dressed enough to assume this is not some permanent accommodation arrangement. Perhaps the explanation is just that this was another warm June day (though muggy).
Window cleaners
Wednesday 1st June 2016, 8.15am (day 1,742)
Earlyish start in Manchester for all of us… The third shot in nine days to be taken from more or less the same spot (along with this one and this one) — all within a few yards of each other, anyway.
Booth Street, Manchester
Friday 27th May 2016, 10.25am (day 1,737)
A later ramble through Manchester city centre than yesterday. This shot could be sharper but I still like it, particularly as, when you look closely, you see there are two pairs of hands there, texting away.
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