A trip to Newcastle and Gateshead to see a bear in some windows, some magical park lights, and some surrealist pictures Continue reading
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.
The BBC have released a new sneak preview of the Christmas Doctor Who. It contains something that makes a little tingle run down the spine—a proper TARDIS interior:
Yarr, it be Talk Like A Pirate Day. So a’ve ‘ad a mince pie. Be thinking the ho hos be gettin’ confused…
Having, for once, not see Shakespeare in Chester we weren’t about to miss out on open air Bard. Luckily Hall Place was coming to our rescue, allowing Heather, Gemma and I to go and see A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Continue reading
So what happens when sixty-odd thousand fans are waiting for Green Day are treated to Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody being played over the speakers? They join in of course, word perfectly and spontaneously with no prompting or guidance (and with now canon headbanging in the appropriate place). There is something so Continue reading …
There is a general election rapidly approaching, a mere two years after the last—the idea of them being fixed at every five years having been quickly made a mockery of when it suited the incumbent government—and the media is full of calls to make sure I’m registered I am, to Continue reading …
Of things to do on a afternoon going to a place well known for excrement may not be high on the list. When that place is part of the mass Victorian infrastructure of London things are different though. So Heather, Gemma, and I went out to find Crossness Pumping Station.