The Olive Shop.

Across the road there is a shop. It has a flashing OPEN sign so we can check its open from the window. This is usually where we go for late night snacks because Sunnys closes at nine. It offers a range of products, from bongs to olives displayed in a bowl which you can help yourself to. Appealing, no?

So N and I have become ridiculous once most in our quest for food. Stumbling across to The Olive Shop (unsure of its real name) and there is usually some form of gang outside with bikes and dogs staring at us because a.) we are in pyjamas, b.) we are generally ridiculous c.) have stained make-up from crying or d.) all of the above.

There is an excess of workers in the shop, unsure why as we suspect we are the only customers. Although there is usually some other people in there, making random purchases, such as one man buying a singular CapriSun for 40p(bargin.)

There is meat counter and I do actually question who the hell has ever purchased meat from there. For one there is no labels of any kind and it is debatable which meat is what. Another concern of mine is that the meat is just raw in the counter with no clingfilm or anything. And there are definately some hygiene issues going on in the shop. There is the familar smell of Hulme (marijuana) which is ever present as well as general musk which is unnerving to say the least.

Unfortunately this shop is our only option for out of hours snacks. And you have to spend over EIGHT pounds to pay on your card. £8. Ridiculous. An obvious ploy to bump up peoples spending.But luckily for us we saw through this. And even though N wanted to spend over eight pounds I restrained her because I could see her looking at the chicken carcus on display.

We are now going to count the days the chicken carcus remains here. Even though this would mean going to the shop every night...but this is something we are prepared to do.

Break In.

New Update: Last night a flat in our block was broken in to between the hours of 00:00 - 07:00. A worry. Must try and ensure to lock doors at all times/ sleep with knife under pillow.

Hulme 2

Since no attempts whatsoever have been made to grit the roads/pavements in Hulme, walking around in the snow is quite a problem. I have already fallen down and an old woman attempted to help me up. New lows.

So was coming home from a trip to London late at night and giving my arms a total work out by dragging my heavy case(now two stone heavier with mountains of snow infront of it) back through Hulme ghetto. From a distance I could see there was some sort of commotion at the shops. I was already wary of these shops as on a previous encounter the shop keeper had told me under no circumstances was I to give change to the man outside(with a limp of course). Not like I was going to indulge in such behaviours but the seriousness in his voice alarmed me. So there was dragging the case through the depths of the snow, and I see two police vans parked outside. I didn't want to look like I was overly interested in what was so going on, but obviously I was. I heard the police radio saying that there was definitely someone in there as they had seen movement, then suddenly a policeman ran out from behind the shops with a crutch under his arm which I suspect he had taken off some sort of invalid.

By this time I was nearly past the shops but trying to walk slowly so I could catch the action..unfortunately this was to no avail.

From now on, I am going to avoid the shops, although I did quite like the man in there because once he cleverly guessed I was going to make a sandwich with the products I was buying.