A poignant birthday for me, if not Matt (above), as Dad lost his last teenager to the terrifying twenties last Tuesday.
There’s loads of great teenage songs, heh ?
Well, not much beats the already classic one released last month;
Dave “all music stopped in 1979” Southworth had never heard of Olivia, but then I doubt he’s heard “Teenage” by the UK Subs, either. Charlie Harper was actually older than I am now when he sang this on Top of the Pops;
As you see, Matt is taking middle age in his stride, and was enjoying a late breakfast at Elnecot in Ancoats when I caught up with him, Emma and James (below). Note my emergency Shindigger.
After Bury I’d nipped to the Etihad to buy Matt a present. No-one had told me City were champions; when did that happen ?
Matt first saw City in 2008-09 and still thinks Stephen Ireland is their best player, but being a barber is expected to have ill-informed views on the beautiful but pointless game.
While Matt gave James a cut I set off of a long walk round the city that contributed to those 14.44 miles I showed you yesterday,
failing to find the new Vocation bar and meeting up again at Fierce, which is quickly becoming my local. Oooh ! Imperial Doughnut Ale !
I could have stayed and worked through the list, but had blogs to write the next morning, and an appointment with tacos and cocktails at Luck Lust Liquor & Burn, which isn’t a Holt pub. My first ever cocktail. Ugh.
Great to see the city bursting back to life, queues on a Tuesday evening and all, and I suddenly felt jealous of a 20 year old.
Till I realised how many years he’ll be working to pay off Eat Out To Help Out.