Come Play... with moving as far away from Rusholme as possible.

It's that time of year when your tenancy ends and the place that you've called home for the past 12 months becomes history. You take the lessons learned from living in a certain area/with certain people/paying a certain amount to live there and reflect on your experiences and lessons from being there.

Well I learnt that Rusholme is a less than desirable place to live in, that you cannot wander the streets past the watershed in a dress/skirt and not be propositioned by the local community for a bit of the old fellatio.

That each day cycling on the curry mile is a gamble with young men speeding down the street chasing after you like a bowling pin.

That it is perfectly acceptable to break into someone's house and have absolutely no potential to ever get caught due to the police giving absolutely zero fucks for the residents wellbeing and are too busy avoiding/ignoring the very blatant local drug dealers.

That each morning the streets reek of rotten meat and vomit and that the stench only gets worse throughout the day.

That absolutely nobody cares about one another, that the young and illiterate are left to run riot and prey on the meek and the old... and the politically correct.

This is not a multicultural place, it's a series of ghettos and dives where no one takes pride in where they live. The only place where there is a rat and pigeon obesity epidemic and where people are too scared to talk to one another for fear of being stabbed, shot or having acid thrown in their face.

What's sad is anyone who moves there never stays for very long, because it's easier to move somewhere better than to recognise and fix the deep, damaging and depressing issues that are associated with living in such a tiny area of the country. And those unable to leave will produce offspring that will either leave as soon as possible, or contribute in continuing the cycle.

I guess you can't help those who don't want to help themselves, and I don't ever want to be scared to be in my own home alone again.

So here's to moving, it can't get any worse surely?