Well, I survived Manchester, though only just. I was working overnight mostly, which meant I had most of the day to wander around. Man, that is one Shite city centre. If you don't fancy a Subway, then you basically can't eat..and there's absolutely no fucking charity shops. Unless you think of the whole place as one giant charity shop.I did find a handful of secondhand bookshops, but they were so expensive I didn't really buy anything. They were more expensive than London West End book shops. I actually laughed out loud in one of them. Jesus, no wonder the place got Blowed Up.
On top of that, after the launch night the Exec Producer took me and a few others to a place called The Press Club where we started drinking at 5am. Now, I don't consider myself a snob, but this place was rank. As we walked to the bar our feet stuck to the carpet like glue. The DJ was on the stage actually singing along to what he was playing. Small, 50+ year-old moustached men in vests growled at us for interupting their attempts to cop off with similar aged female things as we walked by. It was a war crime of a place.
When we first went in the bouncer told us 'no mobile phone photographs'. Oh no! I mean what the fuck are you going to photograph? A murder? A gang rape? The DJ singing along with his music?
Still, a drink is hard to come by at that time in the morning and we went there every morning after coming off air. One does what one must.
My hotel room did have a picture of Lee Van Cleef on the wall.
PS Many thanks to Pulpmania / Hot Cherry for getting in touch. Note to self: Don't Post Drunk.
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This post really, really made me laugh Domster. Feet sticking to the carpet like glue. That really *is* rank! EWWWWWWW!
I'm glad you are back and safe. We were about to send out a search party.
.... meh..... went there once..... said nothin' to me about my life....
It's a truly uninspired place, and the TV I was working on was equally as empty. But that's TV for you.
I used to live in Manchester. It has some amazing parts and all of the things you were looking for. But no of them are in the city centre.
Dan, Dan, Dan. These things should have been brought to me.
You think you had it bad. I've just come back from a whistlestop tour of Cardiff, Swansea and Wrexham.
Talk about a high percentage of ugly, rat faced, bad skin, terrible dress sensed people.
It was like going back 50 years in time apart from the general population being ruder and far more violent.
Wales, eh? You're lucky to be alive.
Dominic,
As the cunt who edits Pulp Mania.... if you ordered and paid for a copy and didn't receive one then I apologise. Don't recall getting an e-mail from you asking where it was.
Send me your name and address and I'll send you a copy of issue one.
Justin.
Woah, Julian.
I'm actually over the whole incident & appologise sincerely for such un-called for abuse. A week in Manchester'll do that to you.
I did email a couple of times & eventually picked up a copy in Borders (I think). Great mag.
By way of a grovelling appology if you ever need any scans of book covers I do have a pretty fearsome collection of Pulp & Science Fiction & if I can edit this far back I shall.
Sorry dude.
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