I know everyone thinks it rains in Manchester all the time, and this pic reinforces this, but today it came as a bit of a shock. We’ve not been used to it for so long you forget what it’s like to wait for a bus in the rain, as it splashes you when it pulls up cos the roads are badly maintained, and you can’t see out the bus window, and the man next to you on the bus smells of wet dog.

It’s like an old or ex friend that you meet at a party having not seen or heard of them for 10 years. It’s nice to see them, and they remind you of times gone by, but to be honest, you can quite happily live without.

So if you could piss off by the time I get to Chorlton I’d be most pleased.