August 12th, 2020

Wednesday 12th August 2020.

Two days in my tiny red van in temps of over the Manchester Basin means i am sat here naked not quite a pretty sight at the age of 64...i think each year the spider veins grow up my legs in bunches of flowers... but hey age is age and as long as no bunch of flowers grow upon my mind which is still locked around 18 years old..for some strange reason.
I will not grumble about the heat as i prefer this to a Manchester Winter and these few days will indeed be the glory of a Manchester Summer if we had this for two weeks it would be a shock and the city would run out of beer and ice cream no doubt...and we cannot have such a thud across the pavements....thats if there is room amongst the new wave garbage on each street corner...plastic gloves and face masks...sometimes you do wonder why people put i love manchester stickers on their close for the night before the bitch begins to rant more...Love and Peace to all whom pass this way...take care...xx