LAST Saturday(22nd),meal in Yuppie flat,Manchester
My friend Tori (I am not the only one who winced at the way she had chosen to shorten Victoria) invited me and a few friends round to her flat in Central Manchester. Tarriff Street is in the refurbished old Warehouse district behind Piccadilly Station. The area around nearby Ancoats Street of course is to be subject to a radical revelopment scheme that will see it renamed New Islington (God Almighty),presumably to attract the right kind of trendy yuppie swine."Ancoats" would of course be too COMMON.
Toris' flat is a very nice modern flat with a combined kitchen/front room and separate bedroom, and all sorts of sophisticated musical and technical parephanalia. Dan was late,and rang up panic stricken whilst on Tarriff Street itself because he couldn't find the flat.Oops.
The meal was fantastic,Tori had cooked a lovely mushroom pie for herself and me.We had profiteroles(er,not to sure of the spelling) afterwards,which spread chocolate round our mouths and reminded me of the notorious coprophilia banquet scene in "Salo". Given the film that I watched two days later, this ended up being strangely appropriate.
My friend Tori (I am not the only one who winced at the way she had chosen to shorten Victoria) invited me and a few friends round to her flat in Central Manchester. Tarriff Street is in the refurbished old Warehouse district behind Piccadilly Station. The area around nearby Ancoats Street of course is to be subject to a radical revelopment scheme that will see it renamed New Islington (God Almighty),presumably to attract the right kind of trendy yuppie swine."Ancoats" would of course be too COMMON.
Toris' flat is a very nice modern flat with a combined kitchen/front room and separate bedroom, and all sorts of sophisticated musical and technical parephanalia. Dan was late,and rang up panic stricken whilst on Tarriff Street itself because he couldn't find the flat.Oops.
The meal was fantastic,Tori had cooked a lovely mushroom pie for herself and me.We had profiteroles(er,not to sure of the spelling) afterwards,which spread chocolate round our mouths and reminded me of the notorious coprophilia banquet scene in "Salo". Given the film that I watched two days later, this ended up being strangely appropriate.