...Sadly
lacking from my phone. It's nearly 3 years old: I extended my
contract with 3 on the same handset and now the battery is shot to
shit. It won't even accept a charge from the mains or external
batteries. I'm now stuck with this Xperia until October, unless
someone- presumably at 3 or elsewhere maybe- offers me a deal on a
new handset.
I'm
a bit annoyed at 3 that they didn't tell me, “Don't extend your
contract a full year: your handset won't survive that long”. Surely
they must know? It's not like I've been smashing it against a wall or
anything.
I
NEED it for blogging, though, and as a result of it not working, this
week's roundup will be short. Today I've found a local repair shop
that say they can replace the battery for £25. Fingers crossed.
Saturday
night: a night with Manchester Posh Bars, a
great but sporadic meetup group for those who want to visit the
classier places Manchester has to offer. Meeting in the bar area of
Peter St's classy Japanese restaurant Sakana,
the group swelled into double figures. Posh Bars may not upload often
but when they do the attendee list packs out immediately, so we had a
busy crowd of familiar meetup people. Moving on to celeb haunt LIV on Peter St, we lost one person at the
door due to dress code.
Whether
you're in a Meetup or not, if you're going to a club in a city you
can gauge the dress code by checking the venue's Facebook and looking
through their albums. You obviously have your own style, but check
that it'll match the club's.
We'd
booked guest list in advance, so entry was free for us. On the way in
I was frisked by security. The doorman confiscated a ballpoint pen,
because “I could stab someone with it,” but he didn't mind- or
maybe spot- the small Swiss army knife attached to my keys. Bizarre.
So I had nothing to make notes with, and my phone's battery-
including with the use of an external charger- wouldn't allow me to
make notes there either. Also I had no way of taking pictures or
videos. I didn't bother mentioning to the doorman my memory
difficulties and that pen being a requirement for me, but whatever.
From memory...
Drinks
were competitively dear, no more so than the likes of Milton Club or
Spinningfields bars. Contemporary RnB blasted out onto the packed
dance floor, which was populated mostly by incredibly good-looking
people. There was SO much silicone on display.
It's
a hotspot for celebrity birthday bashes. You can spot the actors or
actresses by following the entourage of sparklers and over-sized
bottles of champagne being paraded through the club- sometimes in a
glass tank, other times in a sit-in toy car- from the bar to the
recipient. Promo staff are normally dressed as bunnies or Darth
Vader, and they'll dish out masks of tigers and unicorns for revelers to wear while they're sipping their sparkler-accessorised
Bollinger. I didn't recognise anyone in there, but it turns out,
according to the Manchester Evening News,
Leigh-Anne Pinnock from pop group Little Mix was celebrating- presumably a
warmup for her performance at Key 103's Summerlive the next day.
The club's clientele-
guys and girls- were a friendly bunch, not as pretentious as some
might think. I got chatting to random people here and there. One girl
came up to me with what looked like a playing card. On the reverse of
it was written, “Get a hot guy to buy you a drink.” A fantastic
way of not paying for a single drink all night, in retrospect. I was
flattered though, and took her to the bar. She told me what she
wanted but by the time I'd got to the front of the queue I'd
typically forgotten her order. I looked back for her but she was
nowhere to be seen. I couldn't even remember what she looked like,
and I (presumably) didn't see her again all night. Well, that was
money-savingly absurd.
Fantastic
venue and evening. Keep your eyes peeled on Manchester Social Group.
I'll probably replicate the event over there soon.