Tuesday 26th November 2013, 3.15pm (day 824)
Movember, day 26. If you think this is funny you should see the photo currently gracing my Movember page where you can also, should you wish, donate a small amount to the worthy causes being supported.
Being 42
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Solving Sudoku
Sunday 24th November 2013, 3.55pm (day 822)
Never seen the point of this particular puzzle myself — but Clare likes it and it’s good brain-exercise for the Boy. Sunday afternoon in the pub: a relaxing weekend comes to a close.
Movember: the halfway point (thankfully)
Saturday 15th November, 8.15pm (UK time) (day 813)
Facebook friends have been seeing the growth of this ridiculous facial hair over the last two weeks but it’s time to put it on the blog. We are at the halfway point of Movember, and this is my effort, all done (I can assure you) to raise money for prostate cancer and other men’s health issues. I display this on here today not, at all, for its artistic merit but to beg for compensation at having to look like this — sponsor me at http://mobro.co/drewwhitworth if you feel I am worthy. Every little helps, thank you.
Today was noticeable for being an extremely wet day, even by Norwegian standards — there was flooding in parts of Bergen and up and down the west coast, with more rain to come tomorrow, but I have escaped home. I hope everyone back there is OK though. I am now not leaving the UK for some time, four and a half months is the current plan. This was taken on the last plane ride home before the break: the Bergen – Manchester service, which runs just once a week, and never, ever on time (shame on you SAS!).
Clare in her Halloween costume
Thursday 31st October 2013, 8.50pm (day 798)
Halloween is, of course, an over-commercial, Americanised piece of tosh, a festival of tat that in the UK risks supplanting our own home-grown folk festival at this time of year, the 5th November, Bonfire Night (and there will not be a celebration of that in Hebden Bridge this year due to ‘health and safety concerns’ — within my lifetime we may lose this event).
But none of that seemed to stop me attending a Halloween party tonight. Well, wouldn’t you, if this were your companion.
Clare at breakfast
Sunday 27th October 2013, 9.15am (day 794)
We had gone out last night to celebrate Clare’s birthday and stayed over in Leeds. I was inspired by great light in the hotel breakfast room but C. did the ‘no pictures!’ thing, perhaps not feeling as if she was looking at her best after the night before.
Joe undergoes Borgification
Friday 18th October 2013, 3.50pm (day 785)
As anticipated in Star Trek: The Next Generation. Or possibly, just a visit to the local optician.
Friday night out
Friday 4th October 2013, 9.20pm (day 771)
Posted to prove I do occasionally have a Friday night out, with sexy companionship.
Clare at her… our photo shoot
Friday 6th September 2013, 1.05pm (day 743)
Returning from my week working away was encouraged by the chance to join Clare at her photo shoot at Alt.studios in Manchester. I should in fact call it ‘our’ shoot because I also had my first experience of being in front of a professionally-wielded camera. Whether you get to see the results or not depends on how well I know you.
Watching Morecambe v Newcastle
Wednesday 28th August 2013, 8.50pm (day 734)
Our Clare can occasionally be aroused by football, which is why Morecambe FC (currently of League Two) have featured more than once on the blog in the past. There she is in her MFC kit watching them lose — undeservedly I would add — to the supposedly far superior Newcastle United in tonight’s televised match.
That’s an illusion going on with Joe by the way. He’s not really got a pint of beer in front of him with a straw in it.
Clare and Joe at Crowborough station
Saturday 27th July 2013, 12.35pm (day 702)
And so, after one more morning of definite, but rather vague and low-level, looking back — it’s probably some mid-life crisis or something — we all left my old stamping ground for points more northern and, to tell the honest truth, far more interesting. It’s been nice to go back, confirm the continuing existence of places remembered, but there’s no need to come back again.
Being 42 