School Reunion

Last Sunday I went to a school reunion in Manchester.  Managed to pick a day which was, apparently, important to followers of football, especially the two Manchester clubs!
Sadly only seven people including Me and a bloke who was in the year below us bothered to turn up.
We met in a pub on Princess street, not far from the BBC building just up from Oxford road, which, shortly after we arrived filled up with Footy supporters.
The pub had three TVs One large one showing the City game and two smaller ones showing the United game.
I'm afraid that after an hour of listening to screaming and shouting, I left and came home.
Just fancied a chat with some old mates but found the noise too much.  I must be getting old, I'm certainly intolerant of watching morons kicking a pig's bladder up and down a lawn.

These are the old Ardwickians at the reunion.