Lovebitesandeveryfing
Well-Known Member
Pep's obviously had a word with the big man upstairs (no, not Khaldoon). They've araanged the weather to make those travelling, unwashed hordes from "oop North" feel right at home.
It'd be ironic if it was a lovely evening in Manchester!
That happens!
Summer of ‘76, I was working outdoors as a gardener for Manchester Corporation in — of all places — Longsight. This mainly consisted of cleaning dog shit out of flower beds looking very sorry for themselves on the council estates in the area, it should be said.
Not a drop of rain all summer long. Endless blue skies. And I swear that there were evenings when there were glimmers of light in the sky at midnight.