Return of the Macc
Saturday, January 19th, 2008
A few weeks ago, TS and I returned to the dark satanic mills of the Glorious North (TM) for a weekend of Sky TV and my Mum’s cooking. Oh, and obviously to see how my Dad is and other considerate stuff like that.
So after a night in a ridiculously over-sized bed, in which it’s actually possible to lose TS if I’m lucky, we made our habitual trip to the Trafford Centre. For those unfamiliar with Manchester and it’s landmarks, Trafford Centre is a giant shopping mall (using American terminology for those who require it) to the west of the city. It combines well-lit glass domes, with some hints of classical Roman architecture. In other words, it’s brilliantly tacky. A recent extension near the food court has the ugliest attempt at marble imaginable! We love it.