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Bluebird Castle
Bank holidays bring castles, at least in my world. This time the castle was part of a short break to the port of Dover. We wandered town, stayed overnight and had a look at a wonderful castle. Continue reading
Castles On The Mind
Yey, off to see a castle!
Meeting Shakespeare
This year’s WAY AGM was in the land of Shakespeare, at his home town of Stratford-Upon-Avon. So it was a surprisingly small train took us out of the hustle of London and away to a more tranquil town. Stratford really does make an impression. Emerging from the station to be Continue reading …
Whitstable Celebration
About four years ago there was a trip to Edinburgh which in its own way led to a , the start of something. It seemed worth celebrating and as Heather’s mum had bought me vouchers for a lovely lunch for Christmas it seemed a good opportunity to use them. So Continue reading …
Not So Angry Mob
A return to the O2 Arena, this time to see the Kaiser Chiefs. They were supported by Howl (who seem to have a track on the Fifa 17 soundtrack which explains my standing going “I recognise that from somewhere”) and Spring King, both of whom were quite good. The Kaiser Continue reading …
Colour Tinged Wednesday : Gallery
I got a very excited Heather tickets to see Green Day for Christmas, so on we rocked up to the O2 Arena to see them rock the place.
Indoctrination
So I had to attend an entire church service today. Dear Lord, I’d forgotten how awful these things are, with there rote command and reply to demands to worship the unseen being. All while being told it doesn’t matter how you behave so long as you repent. I don’t need Continue reading …
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.
A Round Number
Today I am forty. It reads as a significant number but only because it’s got a zero in the base we are used to thinking in. I may as well be if we counted in hexadecimal, or in octal or even binary (though those last two are also round—how about Continue reading …