This story contains thirty-four words and is written to accompany this photograph, snapped in Piccadilly Gardens on Saturday by a news-hound so eager for the scoop they were nearly knocked down by a bus.

How do you top a story about cigarette packet giraffes? Like this.
Tram 3007. It does exist. I’ve just seen it. There I was, on a 36 bus stopped at traffic lights …

There was a girl from Stockport;
Her name was Hazel Grove;
She started supporting city;
When she was eight years old…

I am aware I can be overly sentimental about Manchester. It stems from my overflowing joy at moving back home in 2006 after far too many years in London. For instance I still do things like sit at the front on the top deck if I’m on the 157 going to see my parents, because that’s what I did when I used to make that journey back from town on the 157 in my youth.