Idles were pretty good tonight. Last night now.
One of the best live bands I’ve seen.
Idles were pretty good tonight. Last night now.
One of the best live bands I’ve seen.
Somehow, I’ve managed to double book gigs again. While, both were booked a long time ago, I need to be more organised about these things.
Interpol’s in town, but Nick Cave’s Manchester (where we saw him last time, before Covid). I saw Interpol in Edinburgh last year, so decided on Nick Cave.
The gig’s tonight.
Then, yesterday, I came down with a bloody awful bug. I can see it’s going to just be a 48 hour thing, but that obviously means I’m going nowhere today.
The silly thing is, there’d always be a chance I’d be ok for tonight, so Interpol might have been an option. If I hadn’t given the ticket away.
Something I’d not expected to see. The hound on the Underground.
This is becoming a habit; an addiction. So, in the 60s, pavements were paved with paving stones. At that time, tarmac was a road thing.
And the wall in the picture is pure 80s.
And did I mention PVU windows and doors?
We’ve relied on this local DIY shop since we moved to Gateshead.
You could get pretty much anything from the place. We’ve bought plaster, cement, tile adhesive, wood, plywood, chipboard, silicone, bolts, screws, nails, paint, varnish, padlocks, and a door (we’ve certainly missed something).
We’ll so miss Maxwells.
This is becoming addictive. The metal sheeting with holes simply didn’t exist in the 60s.
1990s I think.
UPVC windows weren’t really a thing then either.
While feeling tired after a shift a few days ago, and not wanting to put any real effort to find something on TV, I defaulted to Netflix.
I randomly picked George Gently, about which I knew absolutely nothing, it having passed me by when it was aired on whatever channel it was aired.
I’d not previously known that the series was set in the Northeast, in the 60s. It’s not particularly good, or indeed bad, but I’ve continued to watch now and then because it’s easy viewing. And, perhaps, there’s the northern nostalgia.
It must be pretty difficult creating 1960s scenes sixty years after the fact.
Here’s an example. From memory, plastic drainpipes didn’t exist in 1964; at least not in the Northeast. And those boxed-in external meter cupboards didn’t start appearing until the 70s. The house door’s not very clear in the picture, but I’m pretty sure that’s an 80-90s door. I could be wrong.
And now an Italian army surplus jacket from the 80s. They were quite fashionable, being more modern than most surplus in the 80s.
I’m sure I’ve written about rust in the past. But when you’re daft enough to buy an old van, that’s what you get.
So, a few years ago, we had a scrape.
And then we opened a bar, so we didn’t check on the van often enough. The cover had blown off that particular corner in a storm and the damaged bit was exposed for a few months.
Which resulted in.
It looks bad, but it was a lot worse. Fortunately, panels are available.
Needs a bit of work, but …
We’ve an outdoor event for the bar coming up, so a portable-ish bar was needed.
It’s not quite finished, but …
I’d been so busy with the bar and working in the garden, that I’d forgotten I was going to a Fat Freddy’s Drop gig a few days ago.
Fortunately, I was reminded with a couple of hours notice.