After experiencing disappointment when visiting Peterborough over the past year and a half, I was extremely pleased to find that the Wortley Almshouses has recently reopened.
He who watches over us is currently watching over me while my second in command has her nails done.
I’ve missed him.
Last night, we bumped into Brian, in a bar in Bournemouth. What’s unusual about that, you ask. Well, we only know Brian from our local in Gateshead.
He’s working here for a few weeks.
There are many pubs in Bournemouth. Synchronicity.
After a pleasant afternoon / evening with gentlemen, I’m feeling warm. Quite warm.
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.
This beauty arrived through the post, from an old mate.
Chocolate. From Russia.
We went to a party this evening. It was pretty good, way better than I’d expected. I don’t know why I’d not expected it to be good, but I (irrationally) hadn’t.
Anyway, today was a good day.
And my second in command displayed her true characteristics.
Really enjoyed the Detroit Social Club gig at the Cluny last night. A sell out and a great atmosphere too.
I bumped into an old mate too, which is weird because he popped into my head earlier in the day.
We went to see the Lurkers play in our local the other night. Well, only because Karl would be playing, with his old band Profondo Rosso supporting.
Pretty good they were too.
While enjoying a hard earned beer or two in the garden, the woodpigeon arrived. He sat on the fence for a few minutes, looking at the bread, in his tray, on the table next to me. He bottled it and flew off.
And returned a few minutes later.
Then, he jumped onto the table next to me.
We’ve noticed for a while that he recognises us. He hangs around for food when he sees us in the garden, or through the kitchen window, so we’re clearly associated with pigeon food.
He’s putting on a bit of weight, so I guess we should get him back on porridge.