How to Survive if you are Single and new to Manchester

So you’re single and you have just moved to Manchester what do you do? I was in this position myself almost 10 years ago and wish I had made a bit more effort in getting out of my comfort zone and making some new friends in this great city. When you are away from your family and single a new city can be daunting and also lonely (I know I have been there). Now I am not going to focus on the trying to find a lover side as to be honest this is something I am failing miserably at currently but as we should know our BFF’s are worth more to us in the long run. So if you are looking to make friends and get to know what is going on in this city I have tried to set out three pointers below:

Get involved at work

This may seem obvious and to be fair it can depend on your workplace as to how social people are but some of the best friends that I have made in Manchester have been through work. Now ‘getting involved’ is not just heading out with people if they offer when they are going to the pub on Friday as you will only meet a certain few (the most social may not be the best quality). Also some people have other responsibilities so they cannot always get to that Friday drink. I would think about taking a role like a Wellbeing Champion or maybe something like the Employee Committee, yes it might sounds bit lame but you are likely to meet a wider breadth of people. When I first started my most recent role I was quite shy with a lot of the girls in the office and some people called me stand offish (the cheek…they know who they are)!! But now I have been here a year I am really good friends with three! I cannot stress enough just try and get talking, ask people out for lunch, see if they go to the gym and join them. If I had made that effort back then it wouldn’t have taken us so long to be friends.

Bumble BFF

You can swipe for a best friend and not just a potential romantic partner (be that forever or just for a night). It’s a little odd swiping through pictures and trying to decide from a picture whether you would get on someone rather than being attracted to them because let’s be honest we don’t really look at the persons interests on a dating app. I swiped right on quite a few potential friends but I did not get a match for days. I was starting to get a little offended I mean I think I look pretty friendly but maybe not! Alas after a couple of days I got a match and we have been chatting about festivals (my favourite past time) and we are going to arrange to meet up so a win in my book. When looking through the profiles a lot of people have moved with partners to Manchester for work so might not be single but if they are up for exploring like you then what does it matter! Take caution though (talking from personal experience) on the ‘normal’ Bumble side I have met males that want to be friends but let’s just say this had only been after they had got something else that they were after first. I don’t want to feed a stereotype and I know some people are genuinely looking for love but I can only go from personal experience.


This is something that I have just started to do and I really think it is the thing that will help you immerse yourself in Manchester and hopefully make some new friends on the way. Unlike some other cities in Manchester I have really noticed a comradery between the bloggers in my adopted city. Maybe it’s because we are up North and generally more friendly (I grew up down south so I am allowed to say this) or it’s smaller so it’s easier to get a community feel, I am not quite sure. I have only been blogging a couple of weeks and I have already been to an event, got this great collab and been messaging about meeting some other bloggers for a get together. The thing with blogging and blogging events is it is something that you can do on your own but can be very social. A lot of bloggers will attend and speak to each other online before they go so they feel they know someone once they are there. This is great if you are single as you are making connections online that can then manifest in person. If you are keeping up on social media with other bloggers and following bars / restaurants you will get to know about offers and also events that you might not have done otherwise. I find that blogging gives me a hobby to fill the time that might have been otherwise filled with a partner and also has brought me new friend opportunities and I have learnt about new bars/ events in the city.

So those are my three tips to surviving a new city like Manchester when you are single. Don’t be put off if you struggle to love it to begin with as I can safely say I have been here nearly 10 years now and I wouldn’t want to choose another city to spend my time. The people, the social scene and the general vibe really does challenge any other city in the UK….and maybe even the world.

Gym Fail

Day 1 back at the gym – epic fail.

So I have been struggling with getting on with my second post as I was worried I might have peaked too soon it would be flaccid from here on out. Hopefully this will be half as entertaining for you! I have been really struggling lately to get back into exercise. The combination of not having the threat of someone seeing me naked and just generally being a bit down in the dumps has meant a gym hiatus of around 3 months. I switched gyms also which meant I was a little nervous to get back into a new environment filled with buff young beauties, when if I don’t wear make up I literally look like a beetroot on legs. I had a little mix up also when filling out my application as I ticked that I had accessibility issues so that took a few calls to explain I didn’t have a disability (apart from shocking life skills). Luckily this week I have moved offices with work where I have some buddies to force me to work out with them. I find my motivation really increases when going with others.


Fail numero uno – Couldn’t even get through the doors

As I rocked up I was pretty confident that I knew what my pin code was as I had been a previous member and it’s reasonably close to my date of birth. I whacked it into the key pad and nothing. I tried again. Nope entry denied. There was a gym guy/ personal trainer (you know the type that likes to talk to you when you’re huffing and puffing on a treadmill) who came to my rescue when he could tear himself away from saying hello to every lady that walked in. I was searching embarrassingly through my emails not able to find my pin for a few minutes but luckily found the email and yes I was right in the pin I had entered. Rather condescendingly he told me to put my pin in, I did and nothing again. After a few seconds he then in a firm tone said THEN PRESS OK. Damn it I had just not put in enter. Sometimes I am not sure how I get through life.


Fail numero deux – Padlockgate

Once I had been allowed entry I opted to get on the treadmill as have a half marathon booked for October so I really need to get my fat ass running. It was lunchtime break from work so I only had around half an hour for a workout. I haven’t done any running since I bossed a 9 mile run in January so was not hopeful for how I would do but I managed to do 2.5miles in half hour which isn’t all bad. I wondered back into the changing rooms feeling a little pleased with myself and embarked on getting ready to head back to work. But guess what my padlock was stuck. I had a good wrestle with it for a few minutes and got my friend to have a go. F*ck it was definitely stuck. My friend commented that this sort of sh*t always happens to me (she is right). I had to go search for someone to help me but there was no one to be seen in the downstairs cardio area so I was going to have to brave the free weights area (or the roid room as I like to call it). I of course managed to find the most gorgeous, muscly tattooed specimen obviously to embarrass myself in front of. After a brief conversation around my issue he said the best option was for him to get his plyers. I then had to shout round all the ladies in the changing room to explain that a guy was going to have come in. After a blur of boobs and legs flying everywhere I checked with everyone and I was able to let the guy in to snap off my padlock (almost sounds like an innuendo).


As I write this I am just preparing to head to my second session back for a PURE RIG class. I am not sure what it entails but makes me feel like I am going off shore to search for some oil. I am feeling quite horrific after bank holiday shenanigans so I am thinking there could be another post to follow on my second day gym fail.