I took around nine Glaswegian travel operators on Saturday. Lovely people and all women. They must kill male travel operators in that city. Usual thing. They had scarely been to Manchester before and so taking them into John Rylands Library and off the beaten track down side streets made them swoon with joy. Sort of.

The city was looking good in a cold clear winter sun and there was loads of street action taking place. The women, despite some over forties, all thought Affleck's Palace a total blast.

We had refreshments in Teacup, Gary McClanananananananananannanan's place. I think that's how you spell his name. Some had tea, some had coffee, others had hot chocolate. One of the younger members of the group, who seemed surprised by the notion of a tour at all asked for Irn Bru - the famous Glaswegian 'pop'. Bless her. Teacup didn't have it. And then being that sort of place didn't have Coca Cola either. Despite the offer of organic dandelion and burdock she settled on orange juice.

Good on to the Lowry Hotel for bringing the people down though.