Manchester, Mister.


A short train ride first thing in the morning and we arrived at our next stop: Manchester, home of Steve Coogan and New Order. It seemed like a busy and cultured place, but I didn’t see much of the city except for the three-story cinema and mall they call “Printworks.” The staff there was very accomodating and Ben got me set up in a conference room for a blitz of interviews. Then we did the screening and workshop.

It was a very full day that ended in a mad dash to catch a flight to Dublin. The airline was much stricter about carry-ons this time, so I had to literally “carry on” my laptop by itself. And philosophically, I guess, I also “carried on.”

Cheers.


One Response to “Manchester, Mister.”

  • Shon Little Says:

    Wait, we didn’t go to Birmingham. We went to Manchester. No wonder that song from “Hair” wasn’t working out in my head.

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