In the early nineties I was working for a company involved in the transport industry which took me to Manchester for a week of work. On the Wednesday the transport manager who I would describe as a dapper little fellah about 5'5" and very friendly asked me how I spent my evenings? I explained I usually had a kip then showered and went out for an evening meal wandering around for an hour depending on the weather and then returning home to fall asleep to ESPN sport or Eurotrash. TV really was quite limited then lol He suggested I should visit the gay village as it was near the hotel I was stayin… Baca selanjutnya