My Adventure in Manchester part 2

 So, where was I dear reader? Oooh yeah, wondering if I'd go native in my overnight stay in Manchester, don't worry I didn't. 


I woke up the next morning to find the sky grey and miserable to match my mood upon waking with a bit of stomach ache from eating my weight in Burger King the night before. Still, an epic poo sorted that out 😁.


Quick shower, cup of coffee and I was out of my hotel ready to face the day, Instead what I got was a druggie being wrestled to the floor by several Police officers and my enthusiasm quickly waned, Breakfast was needed. Roll on McDonald's. 


So after a hearty lukewarm breakfast I had about five hours before my Coach back to Leicester via Leeds. Time for one last bash on a Tram and get another route under my belt. At least that was the plan, turns out a Tram had broken down at a junction and everything had gone to shit. It's like the Pagan Gods were against me this day. So instead I just meandered around Manchester, got to see some sights and encounter many interesting people...well I say interesting, I mean annoying dickheads who kept asking for change. 

I visited Manchester Victoria Railway station and found the memorial for the Manchester Arena attack. No sarcastic comment from me here. It was highly moving, reading the names of those who never went home, seeing the teddy bears and flowers, yeah I even had a tear come up. An awful cowardly attack.


Coming up to Lunchtime and only an hour or so left, I popped to Greggs and got my lunch, then made my way to the Coach Station that time forgot. My coach to Leeds turned up on time....and full of university students.... marvellous. Talking and listening to music and me feeling like a grandad because I was possibly the oldest person on the coach.


Upon arrival at Leeds I had about twenty minutes to wait before my coach to Leicester, another shit was brewing, popped to the loo....AND WAIT A FUCKING MOMENT!!!!!! 30p to use the shithouse?

 The fuck? A bit rude that is, so for those that don't know the bus station National Express use is connected to the main Leeds Bus Station and both have their own toilets....the main toilet is free, so why the 30p charge for the National Express loo? Bollocks to that, use the free one, popped in, had a shit and another city to shit in crossed off my list. Thank you Leeds.


My coach to Leicester turned up, having come from Glasgow it was already busy and stank to high heaven, did no one on that coach have a shower prior to travelling? 🤢. So I found a seat, curled up and prayed for UN intervention against this clearly illegal chemical warfare.


After two hours I got back to Leicester, my arse was numb, my nose had fallen off but I felt alive. Now I know how the soldiers felt at five past eleven on November 11th 1918. I felt ALIVE!!!!


Made my epic walk back home to my flat, two minutes later I unlocked the door and walked in, my adventure was over. I'd escaped the North, I felt invincible. Where next? Which city would I shit in next?.....oooh, Lincoln has a lovely cathedral. 







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