May 02, 2003
Nov 19, 2003
After recovering jetlag I found my legs and was ready to explore the world. On the Monday that I came into Manchester it was bank holiday and the city felt like a ghost town, after seeing the sites (mainly buildings, its such an ugly industrial city compared to Sydney) I had lunch with my cousins and some of their friends, and then we ended up drinking for 12 hours straight, doing a sort of day time pub crawl. We ended up at a place called Tiger Tiger this massive centre full of bars, clubs and pubs and drank jugfulls of cocktails like sex on the beach, long island ice tea and purple rain.... delicious but very sour! By the last jug, your taste buds are screaming and your head is about to explode not to forget the excrutiating pain in your cheeks which are wet from excessive tears. At some stage during that night I remember falling off a park bench in piccadilly gardens, and just lying on the pavement laughing with everyone in hysterics until this guy neil scooped me up off the ground. I must have blacked out as I don't remember much except for an argument over chips and gravy. What a fantastic first day in England...