THE ANGEL, MANCHESTER 6.55am
Each morning I only have around 35 minutes to work in, before the light lifts and the street lamps go off. People who are on their way to work in this transient half light have tense faces, they resist eye contact, shoulders are hunched, there are no smiles. There’s a sense of isolation.
Great Ancoats Street and Swan Street sometimes feel to me as if they are a tarmac moat, nestled between the city centre and network of untidy streets at the bottom of the Oldham and Rochdale Roads. They show little sign of the supposed economic and cultural boom of the Northern Quarter and the area around Victoria Station.
The strip lights in the CIS tower are always on it seems, whilst the beer garden of The Angel, almost 200 years old, must wait until the summer sun returns.
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