With a nine o’clock start in Manchester, I had two options. Travel and stay open last night, and perhaps visit a couple of favourite bars, or catch the ridiculously early 5:33 train this morning.
For reasons I now cannot comprehend, I chose the latter. Apparently, that isn’t a common decision with travellers.
I shall resume my sleep now.
This afternoon, I met my two best mates for a drink and something to eat.
We last did so nine or ten years ago.
We’re all grown-up now and we’re different people. But it was nice. We probably shouldn’t wait so long before we see each other again.
Andrew is a hero. In South Shields. In McDonalds, where I went to pee. On entering I found security guard protected toilets; also, a young girl warned me to take care because strange things were happening in the Gents.
I barely hesitated, because my need was great. On entering, I found the boyfriend of the girl outsite, unbuttoning a man’s jeans.
I should say that he’d been asked to do so by the wearer of said jeans. Unfortunately, the jeans gentleman also wore jogging bottoms under his outer layer. Apparently, he’d anticipated below zero temperatures.
Worse still, his underlayer involved a tie-cord. Which was firmly fastened in a knot.
Andrew (the boyfriend of the girl outside) asked me for assistance because he bites his nails and struggles with knots. I also bite my nails and find knots an impossibility. I was mid stream at the time too, so helping would have been a challenge.
On leaving the Gents, I located my second in command. Andrew, who followed soon after, confirmed that the knot was undone.
All ended well. Although I suspect the multiple layered man might not have fastened himself back up sufficiently (he seemed to be wearing weed-scented aftershave).
Should I ever bump into Andrew again, I shall buy him beer.
We’re steaming in the Steamboat.
I’m pretty happy with the layout of my local’s updated web page. There’s still work to be done, but thanks to Kev, who designs and prints the publicity material, the content’s looking better.
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.
Co-ordination of people wasn’t easy, but we all managed to find each other.The toughest part of the night was sneaking my grandchild into bars. But, strangely, not a single person challenged her age. Not that I’d buy alcohol for her (cough).
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.
Had some pretty good feedback on my prototype web page for my local. Maybe a little over the top, but I’m pleased I’m heading in the right direction.
More work on the live music and charities page next.
Thought I’d do some work to benefit my local community.
It’s a little more phone friendly than the existing site.
I’ve not spent long on it, so it’s mostly placeholder pages while I get the structure right. So it’s nowhere near ready to be published.
I’m watching the Machine on BBC4 right now. A film about a mill in India.
The place is dark, wet and hot. It’s a twelve hour day for the workers. The machinery is powered by electricity, but that’s generated from coal.
While the heaviest work seems to be carried out by adults, kids are clearly part of the workforce.
The operation resembles early industrial Britain.
And it’s something of an eye opener.
Screws too small for the job and high winds, something one needs to accept when living on a hill, recently led to the external camera parting company with the wall.
All fixed now though (top right). Despite my fear of heights.
There isn’t a problem with the no video camera; I’ve not gotten around to connecting it.