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Went over to Manchester to see Richard Herring's Oh Fuck I'm Forty at the Frog & Bucket. (Had a wander round the city and a drink at Sinclair's Oyster House beforehand- good beer, cheap, nice building, in the city centre, I merely mention it as a public service for my pubgoing readers.) Train back this morning absolutely gorgeous; blue sky, frost on the fields and ice on the canal. You get excellent scenery out of the train windows in these parts.

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