manchester meander

quite a big place... manchester. i used to live in johannesburg...that was a big place too, in a kind of third worldy way. now i live in the sticks... for all i know, i just may be..." the only gay in the village". my gp says "no way!... there are others" she would know, would she not? regardless i have not as yet met these other members of our tribe, they remain mysteriously mythical.

yeah...back to manchester! last weekend i shelled out a fair packet of money to travel southwards, a whistle stop tour of quite a few (at least four) of great britain's victorian stations.
i spent the weekend with my pal jersey girl. she did me proud, showed me big city life and canal street! my eyes have been opened, my eyes have been ogling. canal street, manchester, just in case you have no idea about such like goings on... is... the gay zone.
wow!

we sipped and walked and sipped and walked. inspecting the various clubs. street wise jg and country bumpkin me...churchhill's, new york, new york, vanilla and my personal favourite...the new union.
"why?" you might ask "the new union"
"because" i might say... "there was this girl who danced and took off all her gear and had a piercing in a most unusual and usually private place. this girl...man ... she really liked us girls. she must of known how all that sipping and walking leaves a body hankering for something sweet. so this deliciously naked lady... well... she kinda stuck marshmallows on various parts of her really delightful anatomy. then she sashayed and shimmied her way over to her... let's just say, duly impressed girly audience and offered us the opportunity to eat said marshmallows. thank goodness for all those shy, retiring young dykes. eventually her roving eye settled on me, guess she could tell at a glance that here was the type of person who would never, no, not ever... say no to a marshmallow. ah... happy day!