Monthly Archives: June 2017

Takeaway

After a visit to the vegan festival in town, we’re now in Lady Grey’s. Where the barman laughed at Suzy’s No, Gary, not Jakehead. 

I’ve just re-noticed the takeaway place across the road. The middle part of the sign is missing, but the older one underneath fills the gap almost perfectly. 

Finished

I’m now sitting in the garden, with a beer, listening to the baby woodpigeons moving around in the tree. 

I’m paint spattered and dusty, but content that the spare bedroom, which was once two bedrooms, is now finished. 

As is usual with any couple, there were disputed finishing touches. I asserted myself, though, hanging my old, beloved Cyndi Lauper poster. 

Which was quickly replaced by William McCarthy.

Sharks

My second in command has a fear of sharks; not that we come across many in Gateshead. 

So watching a film involving people trapped in a cage at the bottom of the sea possibly wasn’t a great idea. 

And the inevitable happened. When a girl was suddenly attacked by one rather huge beast, my second in command shrieked, leaping into the air, knocking a can of beer from my hand. 

Everything is wet. I am wet. 

Gwyneth

There is twinkly  music as Ms Paltrow boards the tube. And then there were two. 

Hugh Everett. Many Worlds. 

Sliding doors

Shortly on BBC1, Sliding Doors. Which, of course, reminds me of Eels. 

As in Mr Everett’s dad’s theory. I could expand, but it’d be healthy for you to research. 

Floor II

One more coat on the new boards should probably do the trick. And then some clear varnish, of course. 

I really do wish I’d just replaced the whole floor though, it would have been easier in the long term. I have this predisposition towards retaining all things old.