Oh good, the buses have stopped warning us (late) they’re going to move and now tell us to hold on when they’re moving. Because we’re 5
Hadn’t realised the fare increases were to pay for the reintroduction of the bloke with the red flag walking at the front of the train but judging by the speed of my train home tonight that’s what it must be.
Just catching up on Royston Vasey. Like stepping back into an old friend’s underpants.
Just put some foil over the top of a bowl and for some reason was suddenly transported back to covering a port on a UHV chamber. Haven’t done that in a while.
Said we are Premier League, said we are Premier League. Job Done. In Rafa we trust.
(sorry we won’t see you there mackems 🙂 )
In the Central, with memories. We sat about there. The seat was ripped. The gents was lacking a door. The jukebox was over there, far end. You always said you meant to play Magic Bus but you put on I Want To Know What Love Is. I already knew.
None of that’s here now. The memories are but none of the rest, or you. I’m not sad. I’m just sad.
And then Dakota; plays. You and I. And I think how many songs have you missed. I’m still not sad, honest.
It doesn’t matter who I’m travelling with, or not. Nor who is here or not. When I look out the train window and see lobba hill over the Team Valley on one side and Bensham on the other, I will always smile.
Just watched the first episode of The Grand Tour. Good to have proper Top Gear back!
It would have been my mam’s birthday today. I miss her silliness and warmth and wisdom. My life has twisted and turned perhaps more (certainly more sharply) than ever before since she has been gone. I wish she had been there to guide me. I wish I could introduce Heather Continue reading …