Manchester: Olde English for "Obstacle Course"

This morning I woke at 545am as I had an 8am flight to London. I put on a fresh shirt and trousers and thought I looked pretty smart. Then I set off for the train to the airport. Well...

Pulling 30 kilos of luggage along the pavement in the dark whilst wearing a quilted jacket builds up quite a head of steam. But platform 13 was of course the farthest platform in the station. Along a long walkway, up and escalator, over the bridge, down two flights of stairs, up, down turn around, pick a bale of cotton....phew! We made it and were aboard the express train to the airport.

Now that was just the primer for the steeplechase through Manchester airport. We arrived early but soon squandered our time in the water hazard, the tires, high jump and rope climb. You put your whole self in, you put your whole self out, you put your whole self in and you shake it all about. You do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself about. That's what its like welcome to bloody Manchester!

My shirt got an extra steam pressing. No more luggage wrinkles.