The first being Bristol, with Glasgow to come. Adam was very excited about this day, because Manchester has become his adopted city and he still owns a flat here despite currently living in Brighton.
Being Manchester it was, naturally, raining. We were generously offered a gourmet selection of Manchester's specialist rains: sour drizzle; old-fashioned northern downpour; fine mist; sharp showers. Having no alternative, we took them all.
On the approach to the city, there is a fascinating contrast in star-gazing to be marveled at. We detoured to take in Joddrell Bank, still majestic looking, even though its role and function is frankly a mystery. Barely five miles further on is Alderly Edge, ubiquitous northern home of WAGS and soap stars, whose role and function is frankly a mystery. We had lunch there in a pretentious restaurant and failed to spot a single Hollyoaks starlet. Not that we'd have recognised one.
Onwards, and the start of Adam's Nostalgia Tour, finally culminating in arriving at his flat and resting for a while before hitting town. Despite Adam's protestations about how unaffected this city is, one bar's bouncer took exception to Tom's sartorial choice. Not that he himself was anything to write home about. We ended up at Adam's beloved club, the Cuba Cafe. Inclusive door policy; eclectic, upbeat music; buoyant atmosphere. Although Adam failed in his ambition to get everyone in the club dancing the conga, he'll get over the disappointment.
Rest day today. Originally designed to recover from cycling, we now need it to recover from Manchester.
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