Talk me home, Manchester

Manchester, 27/09/2008: From the hotel to the greenroom, in 2 hours and 45 minutes / 17 stories.



Again following this one rule: I can only walk if somebody walks with me and tells me a story.

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From the Travelodge on Great Ancoats Street to the corner of Oldham Street:
a story about a boy and a magic garlic bread.



Down Oldham Street to the corner of Warwick Street:
a story about a friendship that lasts.



Further down Oldham Street to Leo's Fish Bar:
a story about a talking dog.



From Leo's Fish Bar to Piccadilly Gardens:
a story about a nightclub and a girl called Summer.



Across Piccadilly Gardens:
a story about a dangerous machine and the last missing prop for tonight's performance.



Further across Piccadilly Gardens:
a story about a stinky man and a dead Chihuahua.



From Piccadilly Gardens to the corner of Portland Street:
a story about making up for lost time.



Down Portland Street to the corner of New York Street:
a story about a mouse called George.



Further down Portland Street to the corner of Chorton Street:
a story about finding love in the back of a van.



Further down Portland Street to the corner of Charlotte Street:
a story about a winner.



Further down Portland Street to the corner of Nicholas Street:
a story about first steps and a day out.



Further down Portland Street to the corner of Princess Street:
a story about a thieving dog.



Further down Portland Street to the Ibis Hotel:
a story about a holiday in Morocco.



From the Ibis Hotel to Oxford Street:
a story about eating a dead bird.



Down Oxford Street to the corner of Whitworth Street:
a story about a talking squirrel.



Across the street:
a story about leaving home and losing things.



Down Whitworth Street to the greenroom:
a story about Fernando Torres, the greatest striker in all the world.

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