manchester 11 September 2009
I made an executive decision to spend the weekend in Manchester because I am sick and tired of the travelling and have a week of such discord coming up with London, Dublin, Belfast and Manchester factored in and I am filming on Monday and I never see any of the city as I get into a car, am brought to the studio, work, am taken home again and stay where I am till I am picked up for work again in the morning and cycle begins again. SO I am importing the lovely young man I am married to and we will go see Manchester City versus Arsenal tomorrow afternoon, eat and drink well and knock about in general. I haven’t been to a live football game in AGES and really hope this will be a good one (I am too excited to be going for my own good and fear an anti-climax…)
In other news, I texted my mother the news that her favourite chair is now the G’s and got not a sausage in reply, so I imagine the power struggle is in full swing at the Dublin pile – I do not underestimate either of the protagonists in that Titan struggle and therefore will not predict an outcome. Richard is on his way there and I neglected to warn him of the carnage that awaits him…
I swung my knockers at the guru of sound today (Dave Hall) and asked ‘can you HEAR that?!?!’ and he said (without hesitation) ‘ferrets’
