Whilst running off to the Old Trafford cricket ground this summer, we stumbled upon this fine looking statue in a picturesque square in Manchester city centre. Housemate John and SwissToni strike the pose.
Erm, I think he was a chap called Corben, but that’s about all I can tell you I’m afraid, as Uncle Google hasn’t been able to uncover anything. Sorry about that. What I can tell you is that it was chucking it down with rain, lending proof to the theory that it always rains in Manchester. We never did see much cricket that day, but England won the Ashes so it was all good.
3 comments:
Ohmigod. I have no memory of that. I only knew it was me from the hat. Was that after the sports bar?
Even I remember this one. Wasn't it on the way to the sports bar? Our immediate future includes about 9 pints, followed by 14 overs of cricket in which Geraint Jones dropped a catch, missed a stumping and I fell asleep.
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It was definitely prior to the sports bar, we were sober. Completely forgot about the sleeping incident. That will certainly be brought up at the Xmas party.
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