I want to wake up in Sao Paulo, not St Peter’s Square;

journey to Machu Picchu, not Manchester Piccadilly;

see a little of the Czech Republic, not Chorlton-upon-Medlock;

catch some sun in Salamanca, not Salford;

and enjoy the marisco in Cadiz, not Castlefield.

Perhaps a coffee in the Red Square, not Rusholme;

explore the wilds of Bolivia, not Bolton;

Dinner in Dusseldorf, not Didsbury;

and lay on a sandy beach in Barbados, not those pebbled ones in Brighton.

caught in a chain of sequential events locking me down to the northwest for the next two years isn’t making wishing the wanderlust away easy