Jonathan Schofield, periodista de Manchester, nos cuenta su experiencia durante y después de su intervención.

The discomfort had worn off so I went with my partner Sharon to MediaCityUK at The Quays and sat in the Dockyard Bar and watched as the sun set (this was earlier in the year so it was darker for longer).

The sharp aluminium crest of the Imperial War Museum stood etched against the sky, its high-level red neon viewing gallery as crisply defined as the edges of an envelope.

MediaCityUK is where thousands of BBC folk have moved north to Salford, Manchester. As I supped a pint I’d chosen from the blackboard above the bar I watched as the creative types started to leave for home, some dressed exotically, some dressed down – probably scruffy radio presenters.

Gary Lineker, the presenter of Match of the Day hurried past. The trams moved in and out of the gardens on the quayside to the station and back. I could see the word ‘Piccadilly’, the destination in the city centre, displayed boldly on the front of vehicles sixty metres away.

The delight not the devil was in the detail.

The individual words I could read at distance, the sharpness of the museum’s roofline, the expressions on people’s faces; they were all a sort of wonder.

For the first time in almost thirty years I didn’t need glasses. I had laser eyes. I’d been zapped. I was bionic.

Not that I have a problem with glasses, they are magic things, preserving accurate sight, practical and with their own aesthetic. And you grow to suit them…