My old friend annd former housemate Clare was back in Manchester today. We tootled round John Rylands and Spinningfields in the afternoon, then met friends in Sol's that evening and ended up at the Fab Cafe at night.
When they played 'All These Things That I Have Done' by the Killers, my eyes welled up. What a big tune of the Parsonage days! Oh, what fun we had!
I mostly despise dancers who hold their arms aloft during 'I am the Resurrection,' but tonight I did that myself with Clare. Despite what I would say to myself about hypocrisy, about disingenuity, about moral laxness: I've really missed that girl.
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