Monday 21st February 2005 8:14 pm
I went to a foreign country last weekend - otherwise known as Up North. Or more specifically, Manchester. Which wasn't quite as scary and northern as I thought it was going to be. Although this view,
doesn't really do much for it.
Manchester must be a foreign country because I've only ever seen trams in the middle of the roads in Prague before
But it can boast the delights of:
I took 21 photos, I found out when I put them on my computer. I'm really not sure how I managed that. Although one of them is of a particularly blurry tram.
It was also very, very cold, and we got lost a lot. But the Air and Space museum had a couple of Enterprises, a TARDIS, a Dalek and a couple of Cybermen. Oh, and some planes. And we got to see a program being recorded! We went along to Granada Studios (where they film Coronation Street, and other programs I've not been desperate enough to watch) and got to see two-thirds of a gameshow being recorded. I say gameshow because that's what they called it.
We did see a couple of guys set a frying pan on fire, which was quite cool. The host, whose name I've entirely forgotten, introduced it four times - once with one camera, then with another but she said the words differently, so did it again, then couldn't pronounce 'superchef', so did it a fourth time. They recorded audience shots and laughter in advance. Hmm.
It was quite interesting though, but we had to leave before the end so I could get the train that would get me on the last bus. It's not going to be shown until the summer, so we'll have to wait to find out who won a cooking holiday to Goa.
I also had the most interesting train journey home. Even though it started from Manchester, it was pretty much breathing-room only. Why can Virgin not go back to ten carriage trains? So I stood outside first class, which was cold, especially when the door was open and it was snowing outside. It's since snowed three times today, so making that slightly less exciting. Never enough to settles properly though, but I digress.
A drunk girl fell out of the train at Wilmslow, so they dragged her back on, and took her off again at Stafford. A bloke in first class was watching Pirates of the Carribean on his laptop. Which sadly, isn't as good without sound.
At Birmingham the train managers changed over and the new one told the two of his in the corridor to go and sit in first class. Which was very nice and comfortable, but still cold. I did take half my bags to the toilet with me, and the bloke before me came out carrying his laptop. Which didn't surprise me at all.
So, I had a good time, I just seem to be missing sleep somewhere along the way. I also met Nic, although I was really disappointed no-one ever attempted to take both our names.
If you click on the photos you can see bigger versions.
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