The high level bridge is my most favourite bridge. Its restoration over a decade ago was remarkable, turning an old blackened monster into a thing of beauty.
In recent years, though, grafitti has made something of a mess of the structure. Apparently, the estimated cost of a clean-up is around £40,000. Removing the mess would probably be a waste of time, however. The underlying cause would remain and the grafitti would doubtless return. Kids.
It may have seemed cute in the beginning, but the addition of hundreds of locks has attracted lovesick teenagers. Who, in addition to leaving a token of their undying love, leave the names of their loved ones, friends and words of youthly wisdom.
Personally, I’d remove them all and throw them into the Tyne. Along with any returning teenagers.
As an aside, there’s an interesting trick of light in the first picture. I was alone on the bridge.
With a team of only two, my second and I managed a respectable 7th of 20-and a bit.
In our local’s annual Christmas quiz.
And we didn’t cheat at all.
I know I’ve mentioned this previously, but it’s weirdly cool that there’s a little oasis of northern-ness in the south.
Currently in Wetherspoons, Corby.
The carpeting is still of the tartan variety.
Why do people:
a) decide to end their lives on a railway line
b) walk across or otherwise mess about on a railway line
On arrival at Darlington station, passengers on my train were informed that there had been a fatality on the line, so the train would remain at the platform for at least an hour.
Which is pretty inconsiderate of the suicidal and/or foolish person. This has happened to me god knows how many times over the years, but never when I’m not in a hurry to get home.
Learning from past experience (the last time this happened, my train was delayed two and a half hours just outside Peterborough station), I left the train and found a pub.
It’s not the nicest of pubs, but Guinness is only £2.40 a pint.
Several other people seem to have had the same idea. I guess a suicide is good for business.
The Angel Inn, in Leeds, always reminds me of an old mate, with whom I lost touch a few years ago.
He was, probably still is, a nice bloke. The Pub is a nice pub. Well, it’s a Sam Smith’s pub, so nice, fishless beer is always plentiful. With a gap between trains, I called in for a pint of stout (a mere £2.30). Then had a second.
While I could have easily stayed longer, my only mate in Leeds is in Croydon right now, so a return to the station was in order. Via the Head of Steam.
Where a man brought flowers to me.
Returning to tbe Angel Inn, I should mention that it’s in a cool location.
I should also mention that the flowers were a form of advertising. I may have thanked the man for bringing flowers for me. He may also have said that I he did so because I appeared to be ‘sad and alone’.
When shopping in Asda, Peterborough, my second in command randomly declared that she needed to purchase some sowts (which could perhaps also be pronounced sowse).
Now, my second in command has lived in the northeast for a few years, so our once occasional communication issues are now quite rare. Many attempts were made to convey the meaning of the word to me, but all failed. After a lengthy laughing session, my second in command found a way to explain the nature of a sowts.
After a few hours working in the shed, and a shower to de-muck myself, I caught a bus to town. To buy a lampshade.
Feeling somewhat stressed after my shopping experience, I needed to find somewhere to rest and unwind. I’m now in the Town Mouse, where the landlorn embarrassingly greeted me by name. Still, I have a nice pint of Almasty pilsner.
If you’ve not yet tried it, the Town Mouse is a great little bar (micropub), with a most pleasant owner.
A very nice man died this morning. Long before his time.
While I’m very happy with my crowdfunded GPD Pocket, I do still read the comments from fellow backers on Indigogo.
Every now and then, someone will leave a tip about a decent accessory, a case, power supply, or usb stick. There’s also the occasional piece of advice about O/S downloads.
I also enjoy GPD’s responses. For examply, when asked about the non-delivery of a replacement hall sensor, the response was as follows.
At least, I think that’s what it was about. Delivery in general is also a common cause for contact; recipients in Japan and Russia, in particular, seem to be experiencing delay. One backer, from Russia, recieved this reply.
One of three old pubs in/off our street that’ closed since I moved to Gateshead, the Queens Head was, according to the planning application, to be converted into bedsits. We’d had some concerns that this could result in cut price rentals for local Lambrini drinkers (straight from the bottle, that is).
However, our fears have now been allayed.