So I went to Manchester this weekend to a concert with my brother and we were booked into a travelodge in the centre. Now, I've been to Manchester a handful of times but dear lord, this time it was terrifying!
As soon as we pulled into a rather dubious car park I raised my concerns that I didn't think it was very safe, only to turn my head and find a car full of gang members staring at me. The second car park we pulled into had a group of men start to approach the car before we got out, argh!
Finally we found a relatively safe place to park and began the short 5 minute walk to the travelodge - I have never seen so many people harder than a coffin nail. I saw a couple of knives, what I'm sure was a concealed gun, very young girls clearly selling themselves and hordes of drugs deals. I began to feel like a siting duck in my posh brown shoes, blazer and wheelie suitcase. We quietly agreed not to speak too loudly, appreciating that if they couldn't smell our southern blood that our nature would otherwise be revealed. I felt like a golden retriever puppy walking through an abattoir - I've felt more at ease in a Brazilian favela! Made Bristol's St Pauls feel like Clifton.
Fortunately we survived to live another day. The question I pose to you is... Where is the roughest place you have been in the UK?
As soon as we pulled into a rather dubious car park I raised my concerns that I didn't think it was very safe, only to turn my head and find a car full of gang members staring at me. The second car park we pulled into had a group of men start to approach the car before we got out, argh!
Finally we found a relatively safe place to park and began the short 5 minute walk to the travelodge - I have never seen so many people harder than a coffin nail. I saw a couple of knives, what I'm sure was a concealed gun, very young girls clearly selling themselves and hordes of drugs deals. I began to feel like a siting duck in my posh brown shoes, blazer and wheelie suitcase. We quietly agreed not to speak too loudly, appreciating that if they couldn't smell our southern blood that our nature would otherwise be revealed. I felt like a golden retriever puppy walking through an abattoir - I've felt more at ease in a Brazilian favela! Made Bristol's St Pauls feel like Clifton.
Fortunately we survived to live another day. The question I pose to you is... Where is the roughest place you have been in the UK?
they smelt Bristolian blood.
