I Never Thought That There Would be Days Like These

Another day in the Blackhole of Manchester. Necessitates a 4.30 rise, quick goz at todays health news which I blend with yesterdays post before sending it on to its final destination. The result is I now already feel knackered and the day hasn't begun yet. Shove some Kirsty Maccoll through my ears ('Titanic Days'), read the Metro (spot several stories I've seen elsewhere this morning - journalists - lazy bastards!). Drink shite Hunts Cross Station coffee. Blog etc. Already feel today is gonna be a bit of a Tony Adams day, one to be got through despite other things and with determination the key thing. Not helped by it being a day of tight spaces, grime and sorting the mess of some other fucker.