20,000 Revellers: Normal Saturday Night Out in the Northern Quarter
Saturday night - the end of the working week, except for the landlords of the city's 300 beer houses and 150 inns, and the Northern Quarter is where the girls and boys from Manchester's mills and markets like to come out and play.
A group of young men stand on the corner of Thomas Street and Shudehill laughing and pushing each other. One of them is slumped against a brick wall with his head fallen forward, muttering to himself. He starts to slide sideways, his mates push him back up and one of the others puts his arms around his shoulders to secure hi, 'It won't be long now' he says.
A pair of young women attempt to squeeze past unnoticed with their shopping from the market. The boys surround them and one puckers up for a kiss - he has a face only a mother could love. The forgotten friend slides completely down the wall.
It's nearly midnight and the streets are still packed with people waiting for the clock to strike when the hot food stalls sell their wares cut price. Most are drunk and intoxicated - as they pass through the pools of light under the gas lamps their faces glow with happiness.
What's your story?
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20,000 Revellers: Normal Saturday Night Out in the Northern Quarter
Saturday night - the end of the working week, except for the landlords of the city's 300 beer houses and 150 inns, and the Northern Quarter is where the girls and boys from Manchester's mills and markets like to come out and play.
A group of young men stand on the corner of Thomas Street and Shudehill laughing and pushing each other. One of them is slumped against a brick wall with his head fallen forward, muttering to himself. He starts to slide sideways, his mates push him back up and one of the others puts his arms around his shoulders to secure hi, 'It won't be long now' he says.
A pair of young women attempt to squeeze past unnoticed with their shopping from the market. The boys surround them and one puckers up for a kiss - he has a face only a mother could love. The forgotten friend slides completely down the wall.
It's nearly midnight and the streets are still packed with people waiting for the clock to strike when the hot food stalls sell their wares cut price. Most are drunk and intoxicated - as they pass through the pools of light under the gas lamps their faces glow with happiness.
What's your story?
P1050289