The fog of war

Just in case you missed the news, it was foggy again this morning. And this afternoon, and it appears to be foggy this evening too.

I had been contacted by a friend of mine from 'down sarf' saying he had some time off at the moment and would I like to spend some time with him in Manchester.

Simon is a very nice man so it was a no-brainer. We agreed to meet in town so I drove over to Stretford, but before getting on the tram decided to see if there any pictures to be had in the cemetery at the end of Lime Road. The fog had lifted a bit so there wasn't much to be had, but I tried a couple.

Arriving in Manchester I got off the tram at Deansgate and had a quick shufti down at Castlefield to see if there were any pics to be had there too. I had been around that area earlier in the year when the sunlight was quite strong, so I was keen to see what it was like with a more diffuse light source.

From there I made my way up to Deansgate where I found the top of the Beetham Tower had disappeared.

I need to edit out that lamp post on the left, don't I?

I then wandered up Peter Street past the Albert Hall (no, not that Albert Hall) where the trucks were unloading gear for Richard Hawley to perform tonight.

At the top of Peter Street is St Peter's Square where I took another of those pictures that everyone takes (including me) simply because it is a lovely shot. It's the walkway outside the Town Hall extension.

Then after an exchange of texts I bumped into Simon and we started our wander around the city. Simon spent four years (Uni and a year of work) in Manchester and it was nice visiting a few old haunts, including a porno bookshop on Shudehill.

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We then stopped for a spot of lunch in the Northern Quarter where I took a few publicity shots for Simon's forthcoming album.

We then went to the National Football museum to see if they had any Spurs stuff on display. We did find a 1961 FA Cup Final shirt, but I forget who wore it. They had a Brazil shirt which was worn by Pele on his debut in 1958. It was tiny. Simon and I decided his mam must have boiled it by mistake.

We finished off with coffee and cake in the Teacup Kitchen on Thomas Street. I bade farewell to Simon and made my way home reflecting on what a lovely day I'd had just wandering about chatting. Thanks Si, I really enjoyed myself.