So, last week, I saw the Foo Fighters for the third time (that I remember); this time at Glasgow’s Hampden Park. As expected, they were great.
On both past occasions, I’d seen them at festivals; Leeds 2005 and Glastonbury 2017. The stadium gig was obviously longer and better, but I think I preferred the festival atmosphere.
This last time was part of a larger family group, which I probably wouldn’t want to do again.
Right, a few years ago, I was stuck in Newark because I had a booked train and work stuff ended early.
So, I used my time wisely, after my non-booked train brought me to Newark. I found some nice bars.
My second visit to Newark was a few years later, just a few weeks ago. We stopped off in the van on our way back from Peterborough. When we found the Castle Barge.
And we’ve found ourselves here again today, meeting up with some of my second in command’s family.
We had a drink earlier in the Old Post Office, a nice old post office, although I took no pictures.
We did have a quick drink in the hotel bar beforehand.
There were some other decent bars. For example …
And …
And then …
We had to find food, before a nightcap in the hotel.
Other nice bars may have been involved.
I used to spend a lot of time in St Albans, a whole lifetime ago.
We’re staying there tonight and I’ve spent much of today retracing my children’s steps as infants. And one time after a trip to Munich in the early 00s.
While my children have little recollection, other than a crowding geese incident, we often frequented places such as ….
Enough of of that though, we also went to some pubs (some of which my children have visited).
I may be slow to mention it, but last weekend’s Northern Kin festival was surprisingly good. Very well organised, a great campsite with excellent facilities, and a nice atmosphere.
It was also a truly family friendly festival.
Much of New Year’s Eve was spent in the Sage.
In the company of these gentlemen.
The Divine Comedy.
Followed by fireworks.
The Christmas tree, Peterborough.
And a tree at Christmas.
Due to a minor oversight, I had a double-booking last night. So attempted both.
Frankenstein, a Gothic Tale, a surprisingly good play, was in the fitting setting of the Great Hall, in the castle keep.
The play was pretty slow to begin with and I was really beginning to think I’d made a huge mistake, particularly since I’d persuaded my second in command and youngest daughter to come along.
But things had picked up before the intermission and, thankfully, the second half was great.
Straight after, we jumped in a cab to Gateshead Fell cricket club, to meet up with some mates at the beer festival.
Where we caught most of Ed Tudor-Pole’s set.
Then there were nightcaps in our local.
A pleasant evening.
It’s very warm in Kings Cliffe.
Looks warm at home too.
Technology is amazing.
The age of my eldest grandchild, that is. With reference to the Lovely Eggs. Who a number of us went to see last night (including said grandchild). Two of the eight weren’t too keen, but six were impressed.The support’s unusually worthy of mention. Because he was ridiculously good; Phil Jupitus.
As were the eggs themselves.
She was struck by the resemblance between the ladies’ sign in the Cumberland Arms and her very own depiction of my second in command some years ago.
Well, I’ve spent my Friday evening and my weekend decorating my mother’s front room. It was warm and, with a hangover this morning, I thought I was going to die today.
I’m now listening to birds in the garden. With my good friend, Mr Beck.
