Glossop via Gamesley

A diversion through Moss Side to pick up a warm, deliciously spicy patty for Sproutlover and myself to devour.
A wander around the Northern Quarter of Manchester, sheltering from the grey, grimy drizzle seemingly unique to this city.
Sliding our hands through handfuls of beads like teenagers in Afflecks Palace.
The sub-culture of black hair shops.
Sipping pretentious coffee in a the hipster Fig and Sparrow.
Wandering down Canal Street with warm falafels, sauce dripping down our chins.
A detour through Gamesley for wine and a Bakewell Tart.
The eventual, although potentially not the first, meeting of Sproutlover and bulliblips (and the rest of the gang).
Games with Eve, entertainment by Zeke.
Julesblip joining the dinner party.
A glorious food fest.
Wine.
Staying up till 1.30 chatting even though it's approximately four and a half hours past your bedtime.