July 8th, 1989
Hotel in Manchester
Arrived in the UK at nine this morning and wasted no time diving into bed in this beautifully appointed hotel. I love that drowsy feeling you get when you know you’re about to drift off into a lovely slumber and that’s exactly what happened.
Felt quite refreshed when I woke up this afternoon and I knew mum would be anxiously waiting to hear about the trip so far.
“Oh, I thought you’d never phone. How was it?”
“It was absolutely amazing. What a place.”
“So you loved it?” she asked with more than a hint of excitement in her voice.
“I really did. Can’t wait to get back there tomorrow night.”
“How’s your crew?”
“They’re really nice but I’m flying with Frankie so it doesn’t matter.”
“Now wait a wee minute. Frankie? Is she the one with the sparkly stuff? I get mixed up with all your pals.”
“She’s the one.”
“Och, I’m sure you two were out painting the town red.”
I laughed. “More like scarlet.”
“That’s ma lassie.”
Mum has the most amazing stories of her time in New York in the early 1960s, when she worked as a nanny. Some of which she proceeded to share with me. Again. The good thing is now I understand why the city left such an impression on her. To say she was thrilled that I now share the love of her favourite place would be an understatement.
Met Frankie at five pm and we had hoped to go to Granada television studios but according to the girl at the front desk, it was already closed for the day.
Saturday night in Manchester consisted of dinner at a lovely place called Amigos. No prizes for guessing what type of food they serve. We thought about going clubbing afterwards but with an early start tomorrow it didn’t seem like the best idea so we went to the pictures instead.
Several of the films were already sold out but we got tickets for “Skin Deep.” The lead character, Zach, was played by an American actor called John Ritter. I’ve never heard of him before but he was really good. There was a comical scene with Zach and another man, all filmed in the dark in a hotel room, with each of them wearing glow in the dark condoms. Needless to say, the condoms bouncing across the screen told the story!
For some reason, the womanizing character reminded me of Ben (!) and that set my mind off in his direction. I wonder how he is and what he’s doing but I can’t dwell on it because it makes me feel sad and there’s no point.