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City girl turned welly wearer, adapting to life in the country with the aid of her trusty dog (affectionately known as Scruffbag) and Cooper the cat(a bandy legged psycho serial bird chomper)

Sunday, 14 June 2009

Wellies and a nice kagoule







forget cigarettes and alcohol, wellies and a nice kagoule are the true essentials for 6th June's visit to Heaton Park to see Oasis.
A weekend in Manchester always puts a smile on my face even though you know the second you start crossing the Peaks there'll be rain on the cards!
And rain there well and truly was so sat it out with afternoon tea in the Beetham Tower (cream scone anyone?) with fabulous views of Manchester and a slighlthy scary panel allowing you to see straight down to street level. A tentative welly was placed on of course and the panic was only mild!

The evening itself was a true chance to reminisce for this welly wearer with cocktails at Label (god I miss though girls nights out): a trip on the tram (my former morning commute); quick pop to the chip shop (Friday night post pub special) and to my lovely former local (Friendship Inn, Prestwich) for a pint of cider. Then off to Heaton Park for Kasabian and Oasis!

Kasabian, great set and then for the main event oasis themselves. Predictably the crowd got a tiny bit overexcited but a fantastic night with a great vibe.

Sadly a bit too much throwing of "substances", cold good "gotta be beer", warm and panic, some tosser chucked some wee - gross!!!!. Still didn't spoil a top night, finished with a spontaneous group sing at the Metro station of "Don't look Back in Anger" before boarding a slightly whiffy tram back to the City Centre.

Country girl misses the city vibe, but figures scruff would hit meltdown if she had to live in a city!!









Friday, 5 June 2009

Flower Power


well just had my day well and truly made with one little knock at the door. Greeted by a slightly miserable looking delivery lady who seemed to think that the barking scruffbag (who had beaten me to the door) was some sort of rabied beastie who would chew off her leg.


Once reassured and a signature later she handed over the lovely big black box (which she had previously been cowering behind) - did think of telling her that perhaps if the scruffbag was a dangerous creature then the box would offer little protection!


Ooh and then it was time to open the box and nestling inside were the loveliest flowers I've ever seen, not for me predictable red roses but a profusion of daisies and pink and cream roses and lovely summer gorgeousness.


A day well and truly made xx