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time is on my side, yes it is.
Days off are few and far between these days, don’t you know. So when they do arrive (and it doesn’t rain), they mostly consist of good food, free cider, and impromptu photo shoots on the streets of Manchester. They look something like this:
after your picture fades
watching through windows, i’m wondering if you’re okay,
and you say, ‘go slow, i’ve fallen behind’;
the drum beats out of time.
your clothes are all made by Balmain and there’s diamonds and pearls in your hair, yes there are.
where you keep your Rolling Stones records and a friend of Sacha Distel, yes you do.
and the young men who move in your circles, they hang on every word you speak, yes they do.
and the painting you stole from Picasso, your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does.
Tell me the thoughts that surround you, I want to look inside your head, yes I do.
there are places i remember, all my life…
This song? Top ten. And perfect for right now, because on this day seven years ago, I travelled one-way up the M6 and landed in Manchester. I’ve been here ever since, so I thought it would be an appropriate time (especially as this city won’t have me for much longer) to pause and count the ways in which I love this place. All a good idea, until I realised I really wouldn’t know where to begin. There simply are no words for the people I’ve met and the times I’ve had. The Manchester Years are famous in my book and I will look back on them with a fondness like no other. If I’ve learnt anything, it’s that the good people are like magnets. So thank you, Manchester, for teaching me that.
P.s. Count yourselves lucky that I chose that song to start this post off with. The alternative would’ve been Tina Turner –Simply The Best (don’t ask). But now for the photos. These were taken (almost) seven years ago of my friend (who happens to be wearing a wig) and I, outside our halls. I seem to remember we loved them at the time. They look even more iconic now.
