Brett and I arrive at Manchester Piccadilly early afternoon and duly head outside for the taxi rank, before parting company.
Following a conversatio we'd had regarding where he will be staying, he informed me that his old friend Kevin, who is now resident DJ at The Cyprus Tavern - and conveniently also resident in one of the apartments situated above the club - has offered to put him up for the night.
So I suppose that rules out any potential awkwardness. Awkwardness like me having to invite him to spend the night at mine, which could be potentially disastrous for numerous reasons....
Firstly, I don't quite trust my mother to keep her opinions to herself, I'm sure she'd disapprove of me becoming romantically entangled again so soon after breaking up with Mark.
Secondly, if Brett were t
