Well, I just need to vent.... again....
DP finished work late, so had to drive to Manc City Centre to pick him up at around 11. Set off an hour before, plenty of time to drive the 10 or so miles in from Glossop.
WRONG
All of eastern Manchester was overrun by Take That traffic. I arrived 45 minutes late, with a boyfriend pacing up and down the streets of Manchester worrying that I had had an accident.
No traffic management in place, rarely saw police directing traffic (and when they did it was away from the city centre, so I ended up absolutely lost), it was all one big clusterpoop of cars, tempers, people in the road and my car overheating.
In the end I rolled down my window, tears streaming down my face and managed to wave over a man in fluorescent yellow, sobbingly asking the best way to get to the Arndale Centre. Poor man told me not to worry, that it would be ok, and tried to tell me the way (he was wrong in the end, but it's ok, he was nice and comforting).
He asked me if I had been to the concert and I said "F* no, I hate Take That now, if anything." "Me, too" he laughed, and patted my car goodbye.
My DP sobbed onto my shoulder when I finally showed up - he's one of those who think the worse and stresses out. I rewarded him with a Pepperami and some Ribena.
Sorry for long post - just had to write it down and get it out!