Its a late get up. We have breakfast and play Splendour. Zoe tells me it is GTA day. Alan offers to take us to Manchester. Yay escaping to the fresh air is what I need.
We stride to the railway station and wait for the chu chu to appear.
We head to Travelling Man, which makes Alan happy. As he is given a huge pile of comics they have been keeping for him in a back room I browse the games and then disappear to Vinyl Exchange in search of KLF. We end up at the City Hall where the food festival is happening. We have a snack, to keep our energy levels up, for all the walking Alan is going to give us….later. Well now actually.
We wander the streets of Manchester, oddly popping into the art gallery. Alan points something out of interest.
It is somewhat hollower than the others. This one also seams to have a heart. I explain to Alan we should take a moment to wander the galleries. He does not look impressed.
Somethings appeal more than others. And this is one of those things.
I think it is an apple.
It is an apple. I could have drawn this.
That's more like it, a granny in a frame.
And this girl has the eyes to dye for, or is that why she carry's a dagger.
From here we pop into the Theatre where Alan gets some tickets.
I admire the ceilings.
Which is odd as the next place we go to has no roof. I don’t quiet get what Alan is telling me at first.
Any way, we get a beer from inside the noisy pub, Alan however is happy to go out of the noisy pub and into the outside area.
This isn’t what it seams.
Is an outdoor cinema, in Manchester, In Autumn. And it appears Alan was not joking when he said we were going to the cinema. He meant we were here. However with wet seats we are lucky. They are showing the Lost Boys and he doesn’t want to watch that. What I think doesn’t matter, but I thinking, wet and rain.
I tell Alan I want to go for a lavish burger. He walks me somewhere. Somewhere so grotty that neither of us can believe we are here. However through a door and wow, Lavish. For what ever reason though a table for two was going to be an hour and a half. We left, walked down the horrible corridor, down the horrible stairs and escaped. We ended up here, table 107.
Know to offers as The Common. As in common people.
Alan explains to me, his beer is free. Mine is not.
We enjoy looking at the menu.
He asks what it is I’m going to have. I look at him, and say a lavish burger please.
He comes back with a smile on his face.
And a while later a lavish burger turns up with a huge gurkin.
I’m not sure what Alan is eating but it does not look lavish.
This boy likes walking, he likes walking a lot.
He walks me home, home to where the Gas Works are.
Here it is noisy, here it us busy, here it is bustely.
Here, they have shufl board.
And so we drink, and so we play.
It takes some practise this.
And it is head to head.
Game one to Nack, Game two to Alan, Game free to the drunk girls.
We leave the area, sit down and drink. Alan is baffled.
Why is his beer glass so big this time. Why is there so much beer in his beer glass. He gets a game out called Jack.
It’s a thinking game, a game that you have to think about.
Alan thinks harder.
I smile some more.
After game three, Alan suggests he does not want to loose a forth game.
We drink some more.
Which inevitably makes Alan want to walk some more.
I have two options, to follow him, or not to follow him.
He wants to show me this communist statue, Apparently they are available on ebay.
We glide through the wetness.
While those above
After a quick visit to Gorilla we,
have a tram ride.
We walk some more. We are going under ground apparently.
Somewhere very, very warm.
Alan likes it here, it makes him feel Starwarsezzzzy
So he says, do you want to know an interesting fact about this place Nack? That I do Alan, please tell…….
Alan tugs on my mind, my arm and
we walk some more. It can only mean one thing. Alan is hungry and thirsty again.
ah a huge fanta and pop corn is just what I need.
We sit down and relax in the darkness.
Some of us relax too much.
Some of us relax too much right to the
He looks so content.
It would be a shame to wake him.
I nudge him and explain to him.
This is not bed, this is the cinema.
We wander off.
He either gets the idea or just wants another walk.
We get on a metal box full of germs.
It is the 192. A favourite bus journey home after 2 liters of pop.
At the other end at 2:20AM the streets are eerilys quiet.
In the house there is no sign of Zoe.
I get to bed, I reach for the switch knowing that I’ve had a wonderfull day, I’ve had a wonderful day out with my mate. It was truely wonderful…