I had a nice night out with the librarians last night. We went to the heart of Manchester's gay village; Canal Street. It was pretty good, but my oh my, were there some freaky people there! I was particularly taken with a delightful young lady in some lesbian bar - she was about 5'9", overweight, shiny-shaved head, covered in piercings and tattoos, wearing a very tight vest and very tight black jeans (and docs). We were accompanied by couple of gay chaps, one of whoms is a vicar, I said to him "I'm sure Jesus loves her", to which he replied, "Well, I'm sure it's a trial, even for Him".
There was even an ongoing carnival and lots of gangs of women on hen dos, wearing rubbish outfits (and stupid deeley-bopper things on their heads), with even more rubbish shoes. It's great to see that even librarians are bitches when it comes to other women's outfits - under the guise of shocked disapproval of course.
I was constantly being asked what my "type" was and whether anybody had caught my eye. Well, as if I was going to admit anything to the lasses I was with! Besides, most of the people out there were gay blokes, women on hen-dos, or young lasses who were trying out with their mates, or really, REALLY scary women.
Everywhere was very, very loud.
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