If there’s two words I’ll never get tired of hearing (bar ‘Pizza Express’)- it’s Taylor Swift. I mean who doesn’t love her, even just a little bit? Not only has she got a catalogue of fantastic albums that I can expertly butcher on karaoke (and never get sick of), is an ultimate business powerhouse, has legs longer than my whole body and is one of the most impressive inspirational talkers I’ve ever listened to (not that I, ahem, shed a tiny tear or anything). Anyway- Swifty chats aside, a couple of weeks ago myself, Carrie and Ashley were whisked up t’North with Keds to catch an evening of her UK 1989 tour, and spend a precious four minutes with the woman herself. Come on people, FOUR MINUTES WITH TAY TAY. Aside from going completely blank and solely muttering something nonsensical about cat shoes, Taylor was unsurprisingly charming, witty and bloody beautiful. Can the lady do no wrong? I subsequently spent the rest of the evening fawning over everything Swift, re-listening to my poor singing attempts on Snapchat (god bless 24 hour expiration) and gleefully wonderful if my time in Manchester was all but a dream (soppy, but true).
The rest of our time in Manchester was short and sweet (I’m indefinitely due another extended visit soon), but we managed to fit in an obligatory trip to Home Sweet Home (thank you for your recommendations, peeps), indulging in burgers, their pretty remarkable rainbow cakes and even squeezed in a little city wandering too! I know I’ll be back soon to make the most of what the city has to offer, but until next time, Manchester!
Also, check out Tay-Tay answering one of my questions in NY- SHE HEARD MY NAME YO!