Today we were meant to visit the Manchester Museum but we were late leaving the flat and it apparently closes early on mondays.

So we wandered around for a bit, wondering what to do instead until Dan suggested a place he'd heard good things about.

It's called The Font Bar and unfortunately it was full of rowdy first years, or maybe final year students at college, either way they were irritating. 

They have a good selection of beers there, I don't prefer it to Sandbar but it was still a nice place and the food was yummy. 

So we sat, ate, drank and tried to forget about the group of students in the corner. I had falafel and Dan had Jerk chicken pittas, I started on the diet coke but after a while I gave in to lovely fruit beer. It would be rude not to.

I managed to knock over Dan's tiger beer when I was completely sober, not entirely sure how I managed it but I'm still not sure how I manage to trip over my own feet on a daily basis either.

Tomorrow we're going to try again with the museum, might even persuade Dan to let me visit Hey Little Cupcake again, nom!