There's a terrible kind of Mancunion gravity, W. says. A kind of Mancunion tractor-beam. I was lucky to escape, W. says. Did I escape? W.'s sure I carry something of Manchester in me still.
There's a terrible kind of Mancunion gravity, W. says. A kind of Mancunion tractor-beam. I was lucky to escape, W. says. Did I escape? W.'s sure I carry something of Manchester in me still.
