122. 14.05.2012 Blue skies over Manchester.
6pm on a Monday evening. Normally at this time of day the city centre is thronging with buses cars, commuters, impatient black cab drivers place is full of traffic and drab faced and drab clad commuters going back to wherever they go back to.
But this evening Manchester was different. No traffic in the city centre. Metrolink took full advantage of the situation and were delighted to announce that there were delays on the system and advised that this would have a knock on effect until... well until the Christmas lights go up.
Everywhere people thronging and lining the streets. Smiling, happy, flag waving. Families. Lots of children. People thronging, flag waving and happy. Blue being the colour. Blue everywhere. Blue skies, blue shirts, blue flags, blue banners, blue scarves, blue silly hats and vendors selling blue candy floss and women of a certain age with blue veined legs in comfortable footwear. Oh and blue faces on the other half of the city who wear red shirts.
Just a shame that the sullen other half are such bad losers. Today I’ve not seen this many slumped bottom lips, sulking and bad tempers since junior school when Mrs Ellis told us that Father Christmas wasn’t coming because we had all been noisy.
To be brutally frank, I can take or leave football. If Wales are playing, I support them, if Holland are playing I support them, if England or Scotland are playing I support them. If the Faroe islands are playing I support them. Basically I always support the underdogs.
The noisy neighbours have done well. The balance of power appears to be swinging. Amazing what a bit of money can do. It’s taken them 44 years to do it, but they have and well done to them. Come on you mard arses... give them credit J it is after all...only a game J
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