The Night of Life

Now I'm pretty sure i'm still drunk, its 3am and the picture above was taken an hour ago I just wanted to express my love for Manchester Nightlife.

It's Beautiful and I'm going to miss it when I move away.
Venues are so close it's easy to walk to one place from another.
Everybody is easy to talk to and no-one is particularly pretentious.We are all one and the same.Even if you hate the music you find a beat, your friends are your entertainment and the club smells like P.E Socks but what the hey thats Manchester.

I just want to capture my journey home mainly for my own selfish reasons, partly because I hope Nobody reads this blog and realises what they are missing.

Past the Kick-a-Cab, kick the shutters and the operators will open to order you a taxi home. Deposit my friends from Salford here.

Past Jillys, avoiding the scary Metalheads,

Past the Bus stop on Oxford Road, friends living in Fallowfield make me promise to text them as soon as I get home before jumping on the blue Magic Bus (Like NO i'm perfectly invincible in my drunken stuper, no-one can harm me.)

Past the Rock Kitchen at the student Union with its Burger van parked outside with mouthwatering smells and its Rat-Eared evolved Emo's propped against the wall groaning.

Past Zoo and it's OOper Class, THE Manchester University, Toffy students that Rave with ..get this...Like, totally badass glowsticks *Snort* Ooer.

Past Domino's Pizza and the Lampost with a HasselHoff sticker on it.Legendary.I'm in awe of the person who placed this sticker here as part of my drunken journey home.Do you know how much you make my night?

Past the Dark Ardwick Park which is sometimes trawling with sinister characters which makes me run till I'm finally

HOME and dry.

I want to be like this forever
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