So much for a fun trip to Manchester in the name of work.
The work was fine. The meeting was good and will get us some good business, but it was what happened after was more fun. I met up with a mate from college and his girlfriend, they’ve worked in Manchester for years and profess to even like the place. We did the usual, too many beers in town in what they call the northern quarter, then to a new curry house called Akbar’s that we used to go to in Leeds yeras back.
So far so good.
But then the snow got worse and the train was cancelled and so we just went back to bar. And drank, and drank.
And then yesterday I got the early train down which cost an absolute fortune, but fortunately the bank will pick that up. And then I had to drag myself through the day at work so so tired, and more than a bit hungover.
Whoa! Don’t want to be going through that agin for some time.