Severed head

South Manchesters Cheshire belt is well know for rich footballers. I had a meeting down that neck of the woods, knowing my love of scenic fag breaks the client, who was running late, suggested i take the small footpath down to the babbling River Bollin to kill 15 minutes.

I experienced the smell of wee, saw some pointy graffiti and what appears to be a man in the distance carrying a severed head... charming.

Completely unconnected i once knew a chap who was paranoid and a little bit insane. He once told us he had a dream exactly like the scene with Kirk Douglas in Spartacus, apart from in his dream they all slowly stood up pointing at him shouting "He's Spartacus"... apparently it was made worse by the fact that he knew he wasnt.