The Bloom Street Cafe, which had been there for donkey's years has gone. In
its place another much-needed (cough) adult store and, by the looks of it, not
even a gay one. I used to go into the Cafe years ago. But, I'll admit, I hadn't
been in for at least 14 years.
Manchester's gay village... It's a funny kind of 'village'. There are dozens
of places where you can buy alcohol or junk food. But if you want a newspaper,
you'll have to walk several blocks. You can purchase a rubber jock strap but not
a light bulb. You can get a tan or a sauna, but the nearest Post Office is half
a mile away. Need a ball-point pen? You may struggle to buy one around here, unless
it's a novelty one shaped like a penis...