According to Oscar Wilde, conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative. Laurence Fitzgerald disagrees…

The mercurial nature of the Manchester weather isn’t just an icebreaker. It’s a mood, a memory, an atmosphere, an emotion. In this age of globalisation, when every high street is more or less the same, it’s the weather that makes the place we come from and makes us who we are.

“In The Queen is
Dead, Morrissey
refers to one of
the biggest
problems about
living in
Manchester –
having a
bouffant hairdo”

The relentless drizzle of our beloved city has inspired many, from Thomas de Quincey – who described his mental landscape as a terrifying cloud structure bubbling up beyond control – to L.S Lowry, whose unforgivably bleak, grey and unchanging skies were the backdrop to so many of his paintings.

Morrissey’s lyrics frequently refer to rain, from William (“The rain falls down on this humdrum town”) to Well I Wonder, which ends with the sound of falling rain. And, of course, in The Queen is Dead (‘the rain that flattens my hair’), Morrissey refers to the problem of living in Manchester and having a bouffant hairdo.

On the other hand, it’s the climate that has made Manchester what it is. The humidity means cotton is less likely to snap, which turned Manchester into Cottonopolis, a powerhouse of the Industrial Revolution. There would be no decaying mills and silent chimneys to haunt the mindscapes of our city’s writers and artists. Some say the damp air is responsible for our nasal accent.

Sitting on the edge of the Pennines, we get more than our fair share of rain and are forever destined to be known as the place to come to make a fortune selling umbrellas. But is it all a myth? Does Manchester really deserve to be called the ‘rainy city’? Did Robert Lewandowski’s agent get it wrong when he dismissed speculation about a possible move to Manchester on the grounds that “It always rains there.”

That beacon of climatic common sense – The Met Office – defines a ‘rain day’ as one on which one millimetre or more of rainfall is measured. Manchester has on average 86.7cms of rain every year, compared to Britain’s wettest cities, Cardiff (115cms); Glasgow (112cms); Preston (103.36). It even rains more in Blackpool (88.27cms). In fact, Manchester barely makes the top ten. We do, however, have more rainy days than most – 150 of them a year (Glasgow still beats us with 170, as does Preston with its commendable 153). So it’s a case of little and often, just like the latest Co-op TV advert.

So where does the myth come from? Perhaps a document dating back to 1926 can provide the answer.

Discovered by researchers a few years ago, the 90-year-old record contains a map showing that some parts of what is now Greater Manchester experienced 139cms of rain a year in 1926 when the average rainfall in England was 91cms.

The map was shaded blue to denote annual rainfall. It was printed widely in the press, including the Manchester Guardian, and experts believe it was instrumental in reinforcing the city’s reputation for dismal weather – and once something sticks it’s difficult to shake off. But then, myths are more potent than history and if it’s a choice between the two, always go for the myth.

Others disagree and point out that Manchester has actually been getting wetter over the past 100 years – even going so far as to suggest that Tuesdays are the wettest, Saturdays are getting wetter, and Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays are the driest.

And besides, if you count any form of precipitation like drizzle, sprinkles, mizzles, dew, light showers, intermittent spots, mists, sprays, breezes, splashes, puffs, scuds and even a squelchy ground – it is ‘technically’ raining in Manchester quite a lot, even if you don’t necessarily get soaked.

So, there you go. Rain – the tippling, the pelting, and the plothering, luttering from clouds the colour of cigarette ash. It has inspired us and amused us, dampened our hair but never our spirit. It’s played havoc with our clothes and our hairstyles, spoilt our weekends, and muddied our floors but it has also helped create our textile industry and, most importantly, made us who we are.

Whether we are the ‘rainy city’ or just the ‘fairly rainy city’, the rain deserves a place in all Mancunian hearts. So, you see, Mr. Wilde was wrong after all.

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