Manchester

Me and Will got to Manchester and thought we were late. It was hard to find the Academy -well maybe its not but it was for me- but we found it. It was cool to finally come to this town because its got its own sound. It’s called Manchester. And its good. Its also the birthplace of “urban blight”, as Linnell told me. This is where the Oliver Twists can lift a timepiece from your knickers right next to me bum and not know what happened until I wonder if its teatime.
Brian was frustrated because the place wasn’t opened until 3. They usually start setting up at 10am. Will, the monitor fellow, found that his monitor board was to be set next to Brian’s soundboard. Hence, there was much frustration until Brian took Flansy’s advice which is, “If you’re not having a good time, it means you’re not drinking enough.” By the time my buddy, Will (as opposed to monitor Will) got there, he was having a good time.
I got to meet Linnell’s inlaws. They’re nice folks.
The crowd was excellent. I like the greater Manchesterians. They’re fantastic. Wonderful, wonderful people.
I gave the Johns a ride to the hotel in my bad-ass Skoda. Me and Will would get their rooms after they showered and got back on their bus.
Here’s some advice if you ever get the wondrous opportunity to tour with the Giants: Find out which room is Linnell’s. He is very neat. The crew isn’t but Linnell’s room looks like noone’s been there.
That said we took his room.
It’s amazing inside this hotel. High ceilings. A room that is nothing but old bank safes. I don’t think that would fly in most hotels. That’s wasted space that money could be made on. Thank goodness the hoteliers here don’t think that way.
After we put our bags away, me and Will went to the convenience store to get some food. We got our sandwiches and counted the number of vomiters we saw on the street. It was alot for a Sunday night. Hence, we named that street, vomit alley.
I will return there and make my deposit someday. It will be Talisker and Ploughman’s.