Back from Manchester. Damn good clubs and bars, even managed to see a girl with a red Fedora (and, no, she didn't know), Justin Timberlake fans (who aren't so stupid after all, well), Man City fans ('nuff said), confusion (So you're Scottish, ken? -- No, just reading Irvine Welsh), the smallest pub bog in Manchester, the nicest dinner and breakfast mushrooms, the meanest quotes, and the most honest tourist information office (students) in the world.