Manchester . . . (tbc)
There’s hustlers there’s bustlers its ugly it’s pretty there’s dippers there’s jibbers, there’s beggars there’s punks there’s workers there’s yuppies there’s blaggers there’s drunks, there’s energy there’s ideas there’s creativity there’s power there’s vision there’s thought there’s muck there’s brass there’s style there’s crass the remnants of the empire of old Cottonopolis can be seen in the old mills now luxury apartments with views of the hills surrounding this metropolis this megalith this mass of railways and canals of tramways and cars of schoolkids and students footballers and stars . . . there’s crap on the stairwells of high-rise flats there’s weed being smoked there’s nostrils being coked there’s drunks in flats and monks in hats . . . but here, we talk to each other . . . the workers the shirkers, the artists and artisans the gig-goers the ravers and the football fans.
We’ve got a whole village that is gay in the heart of our City that’s up all night for party and play and a little bit of town that’s forever China, for Chow Mein, pot roasts, seafood and buffets.
We’ve got a mile that’s called Curry with restaurants, Shisha and Kebabs and a glittering Caribbean Carnival, with Jerk, Curry Goat, Rice, Peas, Dumplings and Dub.
Countless bands of players, music is always happening here. We've got Students from all over the world.
There’s energy here, there’s growth . . . we make stuff . . . and we make stuff happen . . . The home of industrial punk, engineering revolutions on spinning Jennies and twisted wheels, we play to the end . . . you want the greatest end to a football season? We’ve already made it. Two giants slugging unpulled punches to the final seconds of the final whistle, the town will be painted red or blue week in, week out. Both clubs have their histories to shout about. This time the town was all blue.
A.K. McAllister (akamaka.co)
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