Last night I hied me to the Trafford Centre and spent �145 on two shirts. Oh lordy. Got back to the hotel after being stuck in a traffic jam on the M602 for 30 mins, rwith my empty petrol light on, came off and went to Irlam, no petrol station, carried on along the A57, a long stretch alongside the Manchester Ship Canal, with; no petrol stations, got to a run-down town, and there was a petrol station. Dodgy area, kids hanging about and had to leave my card as payment before filling up !
Back to hotel, felt a bit crap, into bar, few pints of beer then watched League of Gentlemen, then onto vodka & red bull. Was sick, not enjoyable and a non-stop-talking yank woman. Oh well.