It’s been too long since I’ve blogged really and because of that I’ve missed out on writing about my weekend in Macclesfield/Manchester that was at the beginning of March.
Me and Green Ranger went up north because he is from the north, Macclesfield to be precise. Kinda explains it all really, his family are up there and so are a lot of his friends. I don’t know how he does it, his best friends are there but he does and I guess he always has me and a few bestys down south too.
If I’m being honest, his accent and his northern attitude to life is one of the best qualities he has. They entice me with every word and every kind thought he has. That’s why I am sitting here now writing this whilst he is at work and wanting desperately to drive back to his with every bone in my body to see him tonight – to see his face and cuddle etc. Cuddles are my world 😀
Firstly, I drove. I drove all the way, there and back on the motorway, go me! and drove into Manchester 😮 conquering two fears at once: motorways and city driving! Motorways are evil and hurt my acceleration knee but it was worth it.
But anyway. We went up to see Green Ranger’s family and his lovely friend and his partner and Rammstein. If you haven’t heard of them, I’d be a little surprised. They are an industrial metal band, mainstream metal if you will. They are a tad odd and their show was a little extreme but fabulous. I think fire was the order of the day with a flaming stage, head devices and wings. There was also a small penis and a big penis firing foam and white liquid at the audience and the drummer dressed in drag leading, quite literally with a lead, the other members in dominatrix gear from the main stage to a little stage. It was just astounding and I did not know what to say. The music became samey after a while but it was still great. It was nice to go with such lovely people as well, friends of Green Ranger’s.
The next day, feeling exhausted, we got the train into Manchester again. I wanted to go to this amazing collection of shops, rather an indoor market, called Affleck’s Palace. It’s always a joy going there; it’s got stripy socks, badges, hair dyes, piercing pieces, old fashioned sweets, vintage clothing, DMs and antique pieces like old cameras and telephones. Random but so different and like Camden Market when it was good, or rather rose tinted as a child. I bought some socks, a necklace for a friend, some raspberry millions and drooled over ear stretchers.
Afterwards we went to a cafe called ‘North Tea Company’ and it was everything I wanted to do. The cafe was really relaxing and sold the best collection of home-made cakes that I had so much trouble picking! I had the same problem with the tea, so many different choices! I chose a Viennese Swirl that was so crumbly and jammy that I immediately fell in love with it and Green Ranger chose a happy-looking Gingerbread man, both serves on mis-matched saucers and plates. I had a blood orange tea and Green Ranger had an earl grey. I’d go again and again, it wasn’t even expensive.
Just before we came home, I was introduced to chips and gravy from a northern chip shop and wow. It was really nommy but just way too much for me. So much food, so little tummy space but I’d easily have it all over again.
Although, despite the food, the gig, the friends and family and the shopping; Green Ranger is always the best part of any trip.