On Wednesday, I had a brush with fame. I was standing around the ballroom of the Kimpton Clocktower Hotel, at the Pride of Manchester awards.
“Excuse me, mate, can you take a quick photo?,” the very polite, and very smiley, Aljaž Škorjanec asked as he posed with Jsky. The two beamed, I snapped, and they parted and thanked me.
Aljaž was evidently made up to meet Bury’s Jsky, but not as made up as the real stars of the show were that night.
