January in Didsbury. The last of the Wensleydale with Cranberry is on special offer at The Cheese Hamlet. Snipers stalk Gourmet Burka King in the forlorn hope of customers to snipe at and East Didsbury is closed until February half-term.
On the Bo-Ho Westside there are offers that translate as “guilty about trying to detox like everyone else? Still pretending you are young and your liver and laughter lines can cope? Spend money here on drink you don’t want and food you can’t stomach – free staff member with each order (PAYE not included).”
Let’s be honest. We are northerners and it’s January. We love moaning and this is a slush fest for our empty accounts, creaking knees and high energy bills.
Celebrate the dark starts and leaden skies. When we have that 90 degree day in June you will pine for the “is it actually daytime” retro pit-pony feel of January. Revel in the lack of dilemma. You cannot afford it, you don’t need it, you don’t really want it. It just fills that need for instant gratification that reaches a crescendo around New Years Day.
Didsbury in January. I have a full diary, a tired Didsbury Son, an empty wallet and Ranitidine in the cupboard; perfect.