Insanity breeds insanity so they say, there was a lot of it in Manchester today. Some dilusional chap who had brought along his own sign was preaching to anyone and everyone on Market Street. Amongst his drivel was the story that apparently the earthquakes in Manchester last year were directly due to the people of the city being whores… it was quality street entertainment, even some paralytic beggar with dried faeces all over his coat was listening in but unlike everyone else who were some distance away he stood less than two feet away from the preacher almost as if he was trying to stare him out. It was probably a good thing to have a lot of the special people all together in one place.
In addition, there was the Mormon who thought I would like to be one too. I think he was a little surprised by how many offensive words I was able to combine into one sentence in reply. He left me alone after that.
…and there was Harry’s new friend in the pub – now he was special!
Maybe tomorrow will be quieter?…