A trip to Manchester today to enable the boy to cash in the ice-climbing voucher we gave him for Christmas, which we combined with a few hours in the city centre where I was able to point out a few old haunts (mainly pubs) that provided the backdrop to my early working life at the Town Hall, and a a visit to see my Dad on the way home; in town the ice-climber was not the only strangely dressed person trying to maintain his poise - among the Market Street buskers and street performers was a bronzed man (apparently) impossibly balanced on an outstretched walking stick that just had to be photographed.
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