Notes on Manchester

My lovely boyfriend has been home for the last couple of months, in between seasons in Lapland. We'd planned on spending a chunk of time together in between me trying to work but there have been various complications to that plan that have seen me spend most of my time travelling to and from Manchester. I think it's given me a pretty good impression on the city, so here's a few notes I've made.

Rainbow over Manchester City Centre

Everyone is super friendly

From the second I hit The North, things changed. The accents were better, the smiles more genuine, and no one seemed to think they were better than anyone else. Talking to people on the bus you've never met before, totally normal. Helping folks with too many bags, totally normal. Smiling at strangers, pretty normal.



Tea AKA "brew" is taken very seriously

I drink a lot of tea, I even have an extra special large mug for it. However, my boyfriend and his family. I swear the kettle in their house never goes cold. One of the things I love about being in the north is how the kettle goes on when you walk in the front door, and then you think about whether or not you need to go to the toilet. I absolutely love tea, especially in the north, I don't think it's just that it tastes better because someone else has made it. Here in Dorset, we have really hard water, because of all the limestone rocks it has to travel through, whereas in the north the water is really soft. 

Football is religion

City supporter's will tell you that, in spite of United's worldwide popularity and success, that in fact the only team in Manchester is Man City. Geographically speaking, Manchester United's Old Trafford is in fact in Salford. I didn't really get into football until my late teens, and then I was in Spain so I was more into La Liga, so I don't really get involved in these massive football  Derby Day is treated like a bank holiday in Manchester. 


East Stand, Etihad Stadium

The Manchester/ Salford divide is a grey area

The basic rule is, if something in Salford is good, it's part of Manchester, if it's not it's in Salford. A great example of this is Media City and the Salford Quay's area- which I'll be writing more about soon. That said, maybe it doesn't count as Manchester but it's one of my favourite areas to hang out in with my boyfriend.

Salford Quays, Manchester


It's super easy to get to "town"

Where I live in Dorset, there are like 2 buses a day to my closest town, and three or four to the one further out. Where Sean lives in Manchester the bus into town goes every seven minutes, and there are at least 4 bus stops in a half mile radius. Oh yeah, and going to town means going to the city centre. 

Knobhead, Knobjob, any alternative are terms of endearment

My boyfriend affectionately calls me "Dickhead", which I return to him with "Dipshit". His Dad calls me "knobjob"... Piss taking is pretty mandatory in Manchester, the harder you give it the more you like the person. Since sarcasm, and irony are my forté, I thrive in this environment. For Southerner Shandy drinker, I fit in pretty well. Generally speaking...

Life is better in the North


Manchester at Night


Comments

  1. Haha, I had to laugh a bit at "the accents are better and the people are friendlier". Actually a friend of mine was yelled at by a salesperson in Manchester cause she had trouble understanding Mancunian :D And I totally get that Salford/Manchester divide. I stayed in Salford at student housing and honestly, if I had to live there permanently, I would go crazy!! However they do have some lovely pubs near uni ;) and ohhhhh I spent one of my best nights partying in downtown Manchester in this club where everyone was dressed like it was the 60s and they played rock'n'roll and it was just awesome!!! ;)

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  2. As long as he's a Red and not a Bertie.

    Manchester is a rocking place I love it there.

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