For no other reason than this is one of my favourite songs of all time. And it doesn’t lose anything with age.
Guaranteed to make me happy and nostalgic for VERY baggy jeans, hooded tops, singing in mates’ bedrooms and wishing we were old enough to go into Manchester on our own.
And at the same time it takes me straight back to singing along when pissed (albeit a few years later than the above), wearing vintage Lacoste Polo tops, Ben Sherman shirts & a 70s Wranger’s jacket – all from the institution that was Affleck’s Palace home of the best mosaic in the world, FACT!
Aaah, the halcyon days of youth.
And yes, it’s usually pretty grey in Manchester. It rains a lot there – hence why Dublin has required no major acclimatisation on my part 😉