Number 1 Deansgate is indeed a place fit for kings, and therefore not fit for me. In a fourteenth-century analogy, the people that live here are the equivalent of medieval royalty, knights and squires. I am the equivalent of a smelly vegetable grower wearing a potato sack and covered in grub, probably with a strange disease such as Black Death.
It is actually the tallest all-steel residential building in the United Kingdom, and the penthouse suites at the top of the building were at one point the most expensive residences in Manchester.
Now a 1 bedroom flat can be acquired for merely the price of a small house elsewhere, at around £200, 000.
Looks like I'll have spend quite a few years growing and selling quite a few potatoes, save a few golden sovereigns and then auction them for modern day money (unless Natwest will change them) before I can move in. read more