Some of the ships at least had sails unfurled
Saturday saw an early rise as Heather, Gemma and I headed to view the striking masts at the Greenwich Tall Ships Festival 2014, almost fifty ships gracing the Thames from maritime Greenwich down to Woolwich.
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Just a note of the Dartford Orchard Theatre’s comedy night, complete with a pint and burger (because its good to be distracted from some things sometimes). The beer was okay (bottled speckled hen), the burger nothing special, the comedy good, so a good night (even if the black cab home was stupidly priced).
Today I shall work, work which seven years ago I took the first step upon. Seven years ago another step was taken, at a station, in my heart. We walked together, travelling on, you and I so briefly but so wonderfully.
Tonight I shall laugh. As I laughed with you. I miss the laugh, from you and how you brought it from me.
I continue to take steps in this life, though the path you now walk is shrouded to me. I hope that they meet again, these forks, some time and I can hold you again.
Today is my anniversary and always will be my pixie.
Interesting news that the Trinity Square development in my home town of Gateshead is listed in Building Design Magazine’s shortlist for the Carbuncle Cup this year (it’s interesting to see that another of the shortlist has a huge Tesco attached too). Hopefully the fact that the judging panel includes Owen Luder, architect of the car park and shopping centre it replaced, means this monstrosity will be recognised for how awful it is!
Update: News comes that Spenhill’s other shortlisted development won (Spenhill being Tesco in disguise). To be fair it looks even worse than Gateshead, if possible (even the architect’s “this is more representative” picture is terribleSign a bloody striker! Please? #nufc
Always my Pixie’s dragon. x
It’s that time of the season again, when everyone is equal and just for a moment we all dream that somehow, perhaps, the team is better than we think, that they really will play like they do in our dreams. So the heart begins to pound, the tension, the fear, the dreams to build Except we kick off tomorrow, by which time the we will be in the mid-table obscurity we’ll probably be consigned to, but hey. 3420 minutes ahead, 38 games to glory. Haway the lads!
Last weekend saw the excitement of a music festival—though not one on a very big scale at all. In fact, the very local Petts Woodstock.
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Is this blog some kind of repository of strange covers of Thunderstruck by ACDC? It’s beginning to look that way—Steve ‘n Seagulls:
Having been frustrated earlier this year Heather and I finally got to the Bluebell Railway, for steam trains complete with special visitor!
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