"Even if I got rid of all my problems, I'd just go out and get new ones..."

Sex in the City. But in better outfits.
1:56 p.m. on 2004-08-09

Had a very Sex and the City weekend.

Well... Saturday.

After an eye appointment (no changes, huzzah! It's only been 22 years of a downhill slide but yay, I'm not blind yet!) I met up with Claire and we trolleyed off to Manchester to be cultural.

Manchester Art Gallery. Our choice of venue in no way influenced by the fact that it is 1) free and 2) air-conditioned.

I got to see the work of Zhao Bandi, aka 'Pandaman,' and Claire was able to see the work of Mary Ellen Mark. Both are photographers, but in *cough* a different style. Mark takes arty black and white shots of Americans, whilst Zhao Bandi takes promotional style photos featuring himself, his toy panda, and an appropriately amusing caption.

Yeah. I think either you get it or you don't, on that one.

After the art gallery we headed to a posh Manchester restaurant, all polished steel, mirrors, and bubble tubes. Lovely salad, lovely staff, reasonable bill. Mm.

Then meandered around Manchester, since neither of us really wanted to go home just yet, although neither of us had much money, either. I rummaged in an enormous vintage shop in Afflecks until the heat drove us both out, and we bemoaned the downfall of a jewellery shop known for the tarantula called 'Boris' that used to live there.

Piccadilly Gardens was heaving. The grass was swarming with people - girls strapped into mini skirts and vest tops, shirtless lads lounging on the turf, small children running through the fountains and screaming.

It felt... nice. Safe. Homely. A word I would never normally associate with the centre of Manchester.

On Sunday we let the kittens roam the garden for a few hours, as my mum and I had kittens of our own. Sure, I don't want to keep them in the house, it wouldn't be fair. But if I could keep them on a short leash, so they couldn't actually leave the confines of our garden, and thus risk the wrath of the bigger cats next door, or play 'dodge the traffic' out the front (a game one of my other cats sadly lost)... that would be great, ta.

Listening to: Gary Jules

Quote:
Cherry: "Oh Harry."
Sheri: "Oh HARRY.
Kurt: "What, you don't think that's real, do you?!"

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