I spent the weekend in Glasgow. Which in retrospect was rather a long way to go for such a short amount of time and I wish I could have stayed longer.
The purpose of the trip was to see The Stone Roses play. It was a great gig, despite the British summer hailstones.
We made a similar trip to Manchester last year. Besides seeing the same band, what both trips had in common is that I would love to live in those cities.
London has some great things going for it and I do find it annoying when people dismiss it entirely, but having done my time living there, I'm rather over it now. But I'm still a city girl at heart and I'd love to live in one of our country's other cities.
Manchester is probably my first choice. Generally I'd take the post-industrial over the quaintly pretty - so Glasgow trumps Edinburgh and Sheffield would be preferable to York. Breaking with that rule though, I still have a soft spot for Norwich and have only ever had a horrible time in Leeds.
But here I am in my fake-rural, no-longer-really-a-village village, which I do love, but sometimes I miss city life.
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