Land Of A Thousand Dances

BY SOME miracle I managed to catch the train on time at Euston. Anyone who knows me will gladly confirm that I am a terror for time and usually see the tail end of the train I had planned to catch drawing away from the platform. However, with about two whole minutes to spare I made it, and before I had time to realise the reality of my long awaited situation I was travelling at great speed to the heart of the North's Soul lands; to Manchester City; home of the famed Wheel club, and meeting ground for some of this country's most ardent and dedicated Soul fans.