During my somewhat nomadic existence, I have lived in quite a few places in the UK. From the rolling warm hills of Dorset to the wild Fylde coast, I have experienced some of the many lifestyles available to the lucky citizen of this sceptred isle. I now live in South Manchester, not you would think an obvious choice for the discerning Bedouin, but Manchester is a very surprising city, full of contradiction yet maintaining a comforting traditional side too. I love the fact that it’s full of trees and parks. I always think that you can tell a good city by how many parks it has and Manchester fulfils this criterion nicely. It’s just the right size for my ageing limbs to wander about in and there’s always some kind of art/music festival to go to. Of course the fact that it’s home to some of the best modern music in the world doesn’t hurt either. But most of all (as the genius known as Greg has just reminded me) the thing I love about Manchester is me in it.
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