The
previous posts have any notable info on the start of the week, so I'm
going to dive in with the Thursday just gone.
I
read Star Wars: Rebel Heist, a
four-part comic I bought at Oldham Comic Con back in May. Each part
signed by the author Matt Kindt,
the story tells of a rebel fighter coming face-to-face with the
legendary Han Solo, some time between A New Hope and The Empire
Strikes Back. It's darker, grittier and more evocative than the
films- the story hints at the smells and gut feelings of the
characters, with less cartoonish characters and more storm troopers
chasing the familiar main characters down darkened city alleys. Each
part focusses on a different main Star Wars character: Solo in the
first, then Leia, then Chewbacca and finally Skywalker. Star Wars
nerds would lap up the intermediary story that enriches, but never
treads on, the original movies.
A
few of us met in Be Impossible Manchester,
the new bar occupying the unit on Peter St that formerly housed Bar
38 and, briefly, Purity. No Twitter yet.
Trendy upbeat bar on the ground floor, alpine lodge with fur-draped couches on the upper. Unique and slightly weird, but appreciatively so. A new outfit for the unit, which has been empty for around half a decade, has been long overdue, so to see it finally open is a great improvement to the street. Existing outfits like Sakana will see some competition, and nights out in The Albert Hall and LIV have a new starting place. I bumped into the Socialite staff before I headed over there, so I'm not the only one with that idea. I wasn't drinking but Impossible seemed to have a decent cocktail menu and back bar. Keep your eyes peeled on Meetup for a trip there in the near future.
Saturday:
I dropped in on Heart for Art in Sale and got my
first tattoo at their fundraiser. The Manchester Tattoo Appeal
is still going strong, raising money for the families of those who
died in the recent Manchester terror attack.
I
got there early and beat the majority of the queue, and chatted to an
Australian girl while a live band played outside. We were given a
colour and number, and before long my number was called and I got
this straight on the shin:
Not
as painful as I expected, although years of Muay Thai deadening my
nerves may have been a factor. I still nearly bit through the wooden
spoon I brought with me though. Great work for a brilliant cause. I'm
really happy with it. Advice from the staff: let it breathe, but keep
it out of the sun for a week.
Back
at work tomorrow. Oh well!
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