After 50+ lifetime trips to London I finally went to Manchester to see where all the best music in my life comes from. As a super bonus my table was next to Ross from The 1975 at a sushi restaurant in London the day before I went.
I powered through and listened to The Smiths the whole weekend in Manchester and it made me really quite sad, which I maybe why I liked it so much when I was younger. I went to Morrissey's childhood house on King's Road, the Iron Bridge (which was filled with graffiti to The Smiths) and the Salford Lads Club.
I am not an emotional person but I felt very emotional this weekend in Manchester, it's amazing to see how devoted fans of The Smiths and Morrissey still are.
