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The shuttle van drops me off at the rental place. I pay for my hire car and drive away from the airport in a brown Peugeot 2008.
This is Britain. So you pay for something with a bit of oomph and they give you one of those family crossovers. Good for ferrying kids around, but when am I gonna be doing that?
Yep, I get the distinct impression I’m being stiffed. Serves me right for hiring through the cheap place. So I swallow my medicine and take the M56 motorway towards Manchester.
The city sits under an autumn duvet of grey clouds. It’s ten degrees cooler than New York and everything seems smaller than it used to, not least the city skyline.
Today, I’m headed for a part of the world called Hulme. It’s off a dual carriageway that plugs direct into the heart of Manchester. ‘Princess Par
