The Prettiest Girl in Manchester
English Rose, The Rose of Tralee. The Uk woman lives in mens hearts, the paragon of beauty. Riding the waves of myths and legends. Sirens on the rocks like Girls Aloud.
Up until now the landscape had been pretty desolate of beauty, so faced with being lost in Manchester, and the onset of rain we set out to count the beautiful. You spot one, someone verifies, and you get a point. Not getting verification loses a point. The first to ten wins. After a desperate half hour we were each only up to about one or two, until a stroke of genius lead us to the Hilton to test out the rooftop bar. Here we found Tannisha behind reception. Her smile broke into the grey misery. She was a paragon of grace, beauty, and seeringly sweet cheekbones. The game ended with her.
Culture Shock
You will have to excuse me if I am a little incoherant as I write this post, I have just returned from Bairds Pub where I caught the Old Firm game - I am still buzzing. The experience that I had at the pub really summed up the tour so far for me, total culture [...]
