Up North

I arrived in Manchester tonight and so far the only thing that's grim about it is the delays on the tram line.

Normally I would consider half past nine rather an uncivilised time to be finishing dinner, but I guess that's what you get for travelling after work.

I know the odds of amyone who actually reads this going to BUCK are small but anybody? Just out of pure nosiness on my part.

I hope to start on Comes the Sunset when I get back, depending on my ability to write original fiction on a handheld device.