Bright Light City Heights

Killing time in my old home city is such an easy thing to do. I basically just walked around like a packed down donkey in the moody Monday light, watching people and trying not to behave too feral, for approximately five hours. It was beautiful to be back, it still feels so much like home. Anything feels like a possibility here and I was thrilled to engage in so many friendly encounters on my slow plod back over to Rusholme. My dear hosts had arranged a cosy dinner feeding for us all to catch up in the usual hearty boozy style we seem to do so well.