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Manchester Through The Sony Ericcson Cybershot (2006)

I bought an old Sony Ericcson Cyber-Shot off of Depop in the first Lockdown. The Phone arrived and it felt very nostalgic. My cousin in Peru used to have one. I remember he had Cristiano Ronaldo as his background. He was a big football fan. I bought it so I could use an old mobile phone to stay in contact with people if they needed to reach me without all the hassle of other apps constantly sending me notifications. Turning the phone on, I realised that you needed a SIM card for it to work. This led to me umming and arring for over a year, letting the phone gather dust. One day I finally went into an EE shop asking about a getting a pay-as-you-go SIM card. The lady said they didn’t offer that service anymore and that I could pick one up from Poundland. She was right. £1 later, I had a SIM card ready to pop into my old Sony Ericson. A waited over a year for that. You don’t ask, you don’t get.

I later then discovered the novelty of the camera’s phone. Marketing back in the day surrounded the idea that this mobile was in fact as good as your point and shoot. Boasting a solid 3.2 megapixels, I decided to give it a crack. So here are some shots I took up whilst back in Manchester.

Stockroom Memories

A street in Manneh in Autumn.

red and white nike boxes

litter the shelves around me

original pirate material on repeat

I yet again zip up my ACG

coach jacket ready to ascend the

metal stairs.

It’s dinner time.

Another crisp Manchester afternoon

greets me as I step outside onto

the slanted cobbled street.

People walk about in hooded jackets

seeking refuge from the cold.

“Porky Pigs?”

I got a nod back

looks like roast is back on the menu

walking past shops and down the

sidestreets.

That kitchen utensil shops open

as per usual but once again

no one’s in it

A familiar laugh as we pass

“Assman”, what a name,

what a shop.

Almost there, a familiar line outside

the embassy next door,

impatient looks greet us as we

take a left into Porkies

avoiding politics

and embracing the woft of meat

coming from behind the counter.