No Fixed Abode

Unfortunately, I look like a student. I’m having issues with this. The city has been invaded by a fresh influx of the ’sponging dirty scrubbers’, as some people would call them. The bus now takes 3 times longer to get into town; all the shops, cafes and bars are overcrowded; life seems more expensive when every other person in the queue gets 20% off with a valid NUS card. Then I get treated like a student because, as a twenty-something outside of a suit, I can’t help but look like one. I think I need a couch and some counseling, before I get violent. Maybe if they didn’t seem like a swarm of locusts, living like parasites in the city and somehow adopted and loved Manchester while they were here we could all get on a lot better?