Absolute disaster!
Met them both off the train at Piccadilly, well on their way to being pissed. They wanted to carry on drinking, I suggested the Northern Quarter. No chance of that, ended up at Wetherspoons. Ripping me off on rounds, alternating with Spitfire and Abbot Ale. Crisps on my turn at the bar etc...
Then Matteo insisted on going to the large Primark for black T-Shirt shopping. All a bit of a mess really. Never made the comedy club, stuck them on the bus to Leigh. Done with them both now.