If it was anything like the one that hit the South a few weeks ago, it must have been quite frightening. I was sitting on the sofa when all of a sudden it started moving which was something else cos me and Mr BB are not the smallest of people and it is a huge sofa. Things fell off the bookcase. It was only for a few seconds, but the earth certainly moved for both of us
As far as Manchester is concerned, I think our visit may go down in the annals of history as the night the maddest, most obsessive, lovable, wonderful, funny, intelligent, talented, fantastic, double cool, totally amazing (is that enough superlatives) group of people proved what becoming addicted to BB does for your health and psychological well being.
BTW Mr BB thinks we have all gone completely mad and refers to it as "her weekend trip to meet her fellow lunatics". Just doesnt understand poor thing - after all spending two days hitting a little white ball with a stick whilst walking a couple of miles over fields is a much better way of spending that week-end.
