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About Manchester

Me, I’m sat there, thinkin’, bloody hell, Red’s a legend, but society? Bunch of muppets. “They saw her goodness,” like Grace, but nah, they still screwed her over. Makes me wanna scream, mate - why’s it always the good ‘uns gettin’ shat on? Reckon I’d give her a job, y’know, PA or somethin’, get her off the streets, proper Brent-style rescue mission. “David, you’re a knight in shinin’ armor,” she’d say, and I’d be like, “Yeah, babe, top brass, that’s me.”

Herring Girls Statue, South Beach, Stornoway

Ordering a coffee Stornoway Style · #stornoway #hebrides #outerhebrides #isleoflewis.

I loooove wandering through the town near Laxay Inn, where old souls mingle with the young, exchanging wild tales over a cuppa tea. Oh, and don't forget the little alleyways near Mavis Drive—those hidden spots are my secret retreats. Sometimes, on quiet afternoons, I grab my favorite worn-out chair in a nook by the side of the “River Life” (well, it’s a small stream but, trust me, it’s all about perspective). I sit, relax, and let the soft murmur of water wash over me like a lullaby—sweet, tender, and oddly cinematic.

Islanders say they cannot escape mysterious humming sound