Aaaah… Manchester

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Having been in Asia for almost 8 years now, taking a trip into Manchester town centre gave me quite a few surprises. Arriving at the train station after a short commute, I spotted this at the station…

Joey Barton take note!

It wasn’t easy taking that snap due to it being at the toilets and people walking in front of it every couple of seconds, but I got the snap after a few attempts.

When I was snapping away, I was aware of a woman who came behind me and stopped about a metre or two away. I knew what she was about, she was trying to check me out to see whether I was taking snaps in order to commit some terrorist activity there. After completing my pics, I turned around to look at her. She was staring directly at me, picked up about two mini-flight cases and walked off. She had the aura of a law-enforcer about her, eyeing me up as if I was trash, that I was a possible terrorist for taking pictures and that given the nod, she’d pump my head full of bullets.

Well those bullets didn’t come. Some consolation – huh? I no doubt had all the spy cameras tracking me on my stroll through Mannie.

Anyway, walking back to the station later, I noticed this very large and tall display/advertising board, which I’d never seen before,. I was promoting the consumption of Bacardi and tickets(?) for a Jay-Z concert.

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However interrupting those important messages, came this…

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Hummm. So Piccadilly toilet attendants have the right to work without fear, but me Joe Public has to be feared into being worried about crime and terrorism and all the rest. Late for the train back, I didn’t have enough time to snap the spooky shadow face that gradually faded in on the display.

Of course that the Elizardbeth Regina police force authority badge was prominent but not the message is purely by chance.

Manchester certainly has changed. For the better I’d say – apart from the spy camers of course. The cosmopolitan nature of it had grown even though it already contained a nice mix of culture and peoples.

Well the day wore on. Later (or was it a day after – I can’t remember – being on ‘holiday’, all days have lost their character) Newz at 10 came on.

Aaah. Good old Newz at ten. The tabloid newz version of propaganda compared to the BBC’s more stern and at times subliminal attempts to influence your mind.

Must polish that screen.

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