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Busy ivy.
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End of the show. Cast party in the bar!
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I'm in a show at the Castle this evening. The green room has some impressive graffiti.
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"LOVE YOUR LIFE" (This scene is just as I found it when I walked out of the door)
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Postulants of the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence. #sistersofperpetualindulgence
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"Everything is cheaper than it looks"
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A friendly snail. #nofilter
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I wonder what happened to him.
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The ruined gatehouse of the cemetery.
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Now entering Salford's Nudist Quarter.
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"This is auto-populated when the report is published". I think not!
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With a bunch of other red troublemakers, on our way to join the commemoration of the Peterloo massacre near Manchester Central. Come and join us!
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Burnage.
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On the wall of a homelessness charity: "It's amazing what you can achieve if nobody cares who gets the credit."
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"Fig. 8-- A new type of Helicopter which has acheived some notably successful flights in France." (Found in an old book today."
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Too tired to cook, so I went to get some (cheapish) fast food. The KFC here has steel cables between you and the servers, to stop you jumping over the counter and taking stuff.
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Daisies. #nofilter
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I got more work done on the fifth draft this evening than I have in the last month.
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Sketch of an imaginary Greater Manchester edition of Ticket to Ride. Comments and suggestions welcome.
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In a second-hand bookshop, I saw two adjacent books: "Philosophy for Everyman" and "In the way of women". I doubt one was written as a response to the other, but perhaps it should have been.
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(toilet door; bolt is missing) graffiti: Use your pencil or penis as a lock answer: too small answer: your penis?
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If the ink on your wristband is smudged, you got your money's worth!
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At the BBC.
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I met a hedgehog outside Tesco in Salford. He ran away, though.
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My brother, my sister, and me. Trying to work out how old I was. Not into my teens, at any rate.
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Margin notes in a book of my grandad's.
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Me, aged 13.
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LAID
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This is Buile Hill Park, where I often go running. Aren't I lucky to run somewhere like this?
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Corbel, somewhere in Manchester city centre.
