Wednesday, August 25, 2004

I'm in Manchester. It's sunny, I have a tent in my boot, and I'm getting my haircut. Not that I'm camping here, I'm staying in an excellent boutique hotel in Cheadle, but I'm camping (ish) at the weekend.

Why do I still get my haircut in Manchester when I've lived in London since the last millennium? Answers on a postcard...

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