Exhibiting The North

Golden Clock
Goldsmiths Jewellers ornate clock

The problem with having too much fun in the summer is that it takes ages to catch up here. So it is that I’m only now writing about things that took place back in August, in what could be a different world now the colder weather is beginning to set in. Anyway, in those heady days of (at least potential) warmth there was a Great Exhibition of the North centred on Newcastle; so we went to see it.

You’re another year not older today. Another year with no way to clink a glass with you, down a drink in celebration. Another year of missing this day; of missing you. Happy birthday pixie, whatever that means now x

Ah me hearties, it’s that day of the year 🙂

Heather and I are going to see Dave Gorman in Edinburgh on tonight. His Twitter Likes have been full of people talking about the giraffe joke. So, I have a prediction. There is no giraffe joke

The Clock Ticks

The seconds move on. Each minute, hour, day, year. The seconds move on and part of me does not. The days are right, the calendar come round again; it could be six years gone. The love is still the same; the ache may fade and change and become scabbed but that love does not. Six years gone and part of my heart still beats the seconds for you.

I hope I see the Moon tonight; always the same Moon, Pixie. Always your Dragon.

Rochester Time Travel

Medieval Scene
A few hundred years after you might expect

Another year has gone by so it must be about the time for Heather and I to visit Rochester Castle, so indeed we did.

Time For Pettswood Stock : Gallery

The annual little festival down the road Continue reading

Storming Up The North West

With blazing hot weather burning London, Heather and I were grateful to escape to the slightly cooler north-west of England, as we often to this time of year, to see that branch of the Coopers, open air theatre, and one of my favourite cities.

Cured In The Summer Heat

Following last year’s visit to BST Hyde Park Heather and I returned this year. Sadly this year conflicted with the World Cup and, specifically, an England quarter final match. The organisers having made the stupefying decision not to screen the match meant while Heather headed to enjoy the full day of music I spent most of the support acts in a pub just down the road.

Strange Phenomenon In London

Way back in my youth there was a little band called Nirvana, who gained quite the following. There was a bloke in that who was just the drummer at the back. He ended up with his own band, possibly the biggest rock band in the world. The Foo Fighters came to London and, unlike the venue¹ were awesome.

Photos are mainly terrible due to being about a zillion miles from the stage, but hey, I was there!