Category Archives: House

Local

I was born in Sunderland. I grew up in County Durham, via New Zealand, but in 2004 I moved to Gateshead. It was a pretty random decision and it went tits up. 

I say tits up because I moved here with my (second ex) wife (to be at the time). It was never going to work out. And, of course, it didn’t. 

But it wasn’t all negative. The relationship might have died a horrible death, but at the end of the day I’m happy. There were a few agonising years, yes, but my time alone was something I needed to pull my head together. And I enjoyed it (once my head was sorted out).

And, after a while, I met my second in command. 

As You can see, she’s quite beautiful. 

I’m very happy with my second in command. In our little house (which we’ll quite possibly sell). 

And I’m very happy in Gateshead. We’ve both been accepted, even though I was born in Sunderland and my second in command likes football (Peterborough and Liverpool) and speaks with a funny accent. 

So, we’re now local. We’ve just been to see local blokes (from my local) play in the Academy in town. And they were damn good. 

A lot of people from our local pub (the Three Tuns) were there too, showing support. 

We were there because we’re local. We live in the Heed.

Walls (part I)

A day later than planned, I’ve plastered a wall. 

It’s the smallest wall, but I don’t like to be too ambitious as it’s a couple of years since I last plastered a wall. 

Not a bad result though. 

Screwdriver

This … 

… is my most favourite screwdriver. It’s not a ratchet driver, but does have four bits. 

The screwdriver’s old now, but it does pretty much everything. Because, rather than need a bag of tools, one of these makes a great back pocket implement. 

Ceiling (part V)

Well, it’s finally finished. 

The ceiling, that is. I’m aiming to plaster a wall tomorrow. 

The ceiling does have an unusual twist, but that’s the the result of old structural issues, rather than my plastering skills. 

The joins will need a light sand, but I’m happy with the outcome; it’s not too obvious that the ceiling was, for many, many years, two. 

Ceiling (part IV)

I’d intended completing parts four and five of the ceiling today. 

But my second in command suggested a pub lunch. As a result, part four was completed and we had a pleasant stroll down the hill to Station East. 

And we’re now in the Central. 

Back to the subject of plastering, though. My favourite plastering bucket, which Has served me well for several years now, is approved by the Vegetarian Society. I’d not noticed before today. 



Ceiling (part III)

While there is no picture today (I didn’t wish to tread more dust outside the spare room), an early-ish finish from work allowed time to plaster another segment of ceiling. 

That’s now 60% of the ceiling done. Of course, a real plasterer could have finished the whole thing in half an hour.