It’s Almeria, (that’s Spain, to the likes of you and me), but wait – they’re still in the 1990s. Oh, blessed days, when Manchester was ‘Mad’ (and Salford was merely angry). How things have changed. Progress? I’ll take a soupcon of salt, thank you very muchly.
I don’t believe in UFO’s. Well, at least, I didn’t, until this strange object appeared in the sky and followed me around, from pillar to post and gateway to attic. Haunted? I should be so lucky. If I’m ever haunted it won’t be by someone I know. It will be the Taxman
Salford University? I suppose you could call it my Alma Mater. (One of them.)
I graduated from here in 2002 with an M Phil degree and I’ve never looked back.
(Of course, if I had looked back, in the photo above, I would have seen the Salford Museum and Art Gallery, one of Salford’s great places for a cup of frothy coffee.)
It says ‘BHS’ but that doesn’t mean it’s a handout from the late, great ‘British Home Stores’. No, the letters stand for ‘Brow House Spirit’. More of that later.