48. Heads, shoulders, knees and toes [Quarry Bank Mill, Wilmslow]

‘Aren’t your legs cold?’ says my Mum. We’re at Quarry Bank Mill and it is very, very cold. I am togged up in duffle coat and fleece, thermal vest, two pairs of tights and long boots with extra socks. But I also have a mini skirt on. ‘Nope.’ We’ve arrived late and everything bar the [...]

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35. For once, I’m speechless [Matt & Phred’s, Manchester]

‘Now, the subject of this blog isn’t one I’d normally be interested in.’ Up on stage, Neil Sowerby gives the preamble to his announcement of the Blog of the Year Award. I sit next to Simon, whose hand, until now resting calmly on my knee, starts twitching. ‘And the author didn’t have very good things [...]

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