Welcome To Manchester

They have a big ferris wheel here, too. Must be a trend.


I think Manchester must be the rave capital of the world. (Not at this place, however, which was a factory converted into a fancy food court.) On a Friday night, I saw thousands of teens, some very scantily clad, pouring off the trains into Victoria Station and spilling onto the pavement, buying flashing bunny ears, pink cowboy hats and glittering mouthpieces from street vendors (is there anything that signals you are an ecstasy user more than a flashing mouthguard?) on their way to someplace. Don't know where, exactly.


I identify Vivienne Westwood more with the London punks, but Mancunians need cutting-edge style. I guess.