The Champions League final and scorching Manchester weather left us with an array of dispersed characters in SOUP’s basement on Saturday evening. Amongst the artificial smoke and black light was a faint and rather mixed crowd of bookworms, hipsters, goths and the rare sight of an all too regular-looking attendee. They could have been out basking in Stevenson Square’s hot sun like every other Mancunian on the day, but instead found themselves underground, enclosed in blackened