May 23, 2017
i don’t know what to say. Manchester. my home. the arena, where i saw so many of my favourite bands as a teenager. i can picture exactly where it happened. i can picture exactly where those innocent people where heading. i feel sick and so exhausted and so sorry. mancunians are such open, caring and helpful people, its hard to think someone born and raised here could turn against us. i know i have a tricky love affair with my hometown, but i’ll defend it till the end. i’m so sad. i’m so sorry i’m not there. the best thing from today: they chose the wrong city, hate will not tear us apart. that’s not the song.