Today I had a swell time with the girls trawling around Manchester's finest retail establishments, including the porno riddled VHS dungeon that is the Empire Exchange, and C. Aston's tobacconists. Possibly my all time favourite seedy junk shop, the Empire has everything you could wish for, stacked with heaps of obsolete junk, sticky magazines and a creepy mannequin in every corner. Since I first came to Manchester at the tender age of fifteen and was desperate to find someone willing and old enough to have a pervy rifle through with, I've been meaning to give the old porn mags a peruse. Me and Rosie spent a good twenty minutes cutting through the protective papers, with the permission of a helpful shop assistant, to access the best of the crumbly 'Knave' and 'Fiesta' issues they had to offer. We also went to Aston's, an old fashioned sort of joint that a friend showed me in the summer that has sweet shop style jars of flavoured tobacco. I opted for the cherry and vanilla, having already sampled rum and black cherry, all of which are delicious.
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| My spoils: 'Knave' magazine from 1973, 'Fiesta', hideous shirt from Ryan's Vintage, Cherry & Vanilla tobacco, disposale camera photos |
My premonition that my mangled bank card would stop working so that I'd be forced to stop spending money also scarily came true, and at the sacrifice of washing clothes and buying food I decided to spend my last tenner on a hideous shirt and a cocktail. Tonight we decided to check out this new chillwave night in that hub of cool Fallowfield, and unsurprisingly it was a total hipster nest, so we went back to mine instead and cackled at tonights episode of Gyspy Weddings. Oh and I got bored and dyed my rat tails barely-noticable pink once more.
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