Around 15 or 16 years ago, I built a bookcase in an alcove in the living room. The project took a full day, finishing well into the evening.
I still like the bookcase, although I could improve the design were I to do it over again.
Recently, my second in command decided that our small living room would appear larger without the bookcase. A compromise was reached; a new bookcase upstairs would replace living room storage.
Today, the replacement bookcase arrived. Naturally, we’d not paid attention to dimensions, so I was a little overwhelmed by its size.
Of course, the bookcase is too large for its planned position. It’s too heavy to carry upstairs anyway. Which means it now resides in our small living room.
The original bookcase will soon be removed, with the outcome of reduced net space. Measurements may be checked when future purchases are considered.
It’s a lovely thing though.
Another chapter in the Shopping Trolleys of Washington.
That last picture could look great on the cover.
Big laptop, little laptop.
Well, I was impressed with Clem Burke’s performance last night. Buying tickets was something of a random act a few months ago, I had mixed feelings over a gig with a tribute band and thought there was a chance it could go horribly wrong.
But it didn’t. Bootleg Blondie were surprisingly good and Mr Burke was very much centre stage. My only regret is cancelling my day off today.
It was, though, somewhat disheartening to learn that it’s now 40 years since Parallel Lines was released. I still have my original copy.
For a little festival, the line-up for this year isn’t bad.
While watching Countryfile this morning, I was warned of distressing scenes. These came in the form of stock footage of cattle corpses being burnt in the early 2000s foot and mouth outbreak. Then, more recently, pig corpses in Belgium, following the arrival of African Swine Fever.
One wonders why most viewers would be disturbed, since death would inevitably be the end result. But, of course, slaughterhouse scenes are rarely shown on TV.
One proposed solution to the spread of African Swine Fever is genetic engineering. Currently, the approach is is to cull wild boar, to reduce the risk of the disease spreading. There’s apparently some opposition to this, but the main drive isn’t one of animal welfare, but of impact on food production.
The programme has now moved on to fluffy rabbits. They’re cute, so they’re allowed to live out their lives in better conditions. More importantly, they’re allowed to live out their lives.
Furniture restorer is an incredible liquid, I have to say.
With time for a (very) quick pint between trains in Leeds today, I chose the Angel Inn, a great Sam Smith’s pub.
We’ve had a packed few days. Friday evening was mostly spent in Trillians, where a bunch of us went to support a bloke we (mostly) know separately.
That’s him on drums.
Afterwards, my second in command and I caught a cab to our local. Where we caught the last part of a set from Beyond Madness.
Saturday was spent in Durham, with nice people.
Who fed us with lovely food.
Returning home on Sunday, we called off at the Hungry Vegan for hot dogs, then walked to Ouseburn where old furniture was purchased.
It needs a little work, but really only a little. There was beer in Arch 2, the Cluny, the Cumberland Arms, the Free Trade Inn and the Tyne Bar. And our local. We called in there too.
Cool bird boxes were discovered.
That’s the Cumberland Arms in the background.
The river looked nice on our walk back along the quayside.