Thursday 17th December 2015, 3.20pm (day 1,575)
Congratulations to all my students who graduated from the class of 2015 at today’s ceremony — and indeed to all students everywhere, who work bloody hard, you know.
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
Category Archives: Friend
Seagulls in Whitelocks
Saturday 17th October 2015, 1.50pm (day 1,514)
Oh, it’s always very nice to go to Leeds and win, although we (Brighton) seem to be making a habit of it… a 2-1 victory makes it six wins in our last seven games against Yorkshire’s ‘finest’. Tim and Jamie on the left constitute the other half (with Joe & I) of the Calderdale Seagulls… being based in the local area this is the one we want to win the most. I seem unable to take decent action shots of any football match, probably because I get too involved, but this picture encapsulates my day just fine.
Some of my new students
Monday 21st September 2015, 1.15pm (day 1,488)
The campus suddenly gets a hundred times busier. But this is what I’m here to do. So ignoring the fact that it was raining today, which it seems to do on this arrival day every year, it was great to meet 30 or so of the people with whom I am going to share the next 11 months or so.
Steve ponders the evening
Friday 11th September 2015, 5.45pm (day 1,478)
A last burst of September sun illuminates the tables outside the Railway, typical haunt of a Friday evening after work, where the accumulated clientele ponder their forthcoming weekends. Steve makes at least his 7th appearance on this blog and is the most-featured individual outside (in this order) Joe, Clare and myself. Which is a sign that we’re often in the same place — the aforementioned Railway…
Outside the Railway
Wednesday 2nd September 2015, 5.10pm (day 1,469)
Overexposed it may be, but in a burst of sudden sunlight today I knew this bunch of people would be today’s picture. No offense, everyone.
Ilias
Thursday 13th August 2015, 2.20pm (day 1,449)
Ilias is the son of Marilena (behind), who works for me despite living in Corfu — but that’s the online world for you. This was his first visit to England, we met them for lunch in Manchester, and he got to show that he has adopted certain local customs even at his young age. Yia mas!
(Obligatory child protection note: he didn’t drink it, you know.)
Keith prepares the stocks
Sunday 9th August 2015, 3.45pm (day 1,445)
To help with the fundraising aspect of the Kilimanjaro walk (I’ve been raising money for the Calder Valley Search and Rescue team, if you’d like to help), my local, the Railway, had an afternoon of fun and frolics. It was Keith’s idea to set up the stocks (a pound for three throws) — he went in first, therefore. But I did get wet myself…
Cafe, Julius Nyerere Airport
Thursday 6th August 2015, 2.00am (day 1,442)
And so it ends. The last night in Tanzania was spent waiting out a 90-minute flight delay before heading home. I chose this as today’s pic, at least in part, to fill in one of the last two remaining time gaps — this is the first picture to be taken within the hour of 2:00 – 2:59am, now only 5:00 – 5:59 remains undepicted in the near four years of this blog.
So I’ve caught up. Time to go and unpack. I had my priorities right this morning…
Steve at Barafu Camp
Saturday 1st August 2015, 6.10pm (day 1,437)
Barafu camp lies at 4,600m, or about 15,100 feet, and is ‘base camp’ for the final ascent to the summit of Kili, which rises behind this point. One arrives there around lunchtime and is supposed to get some sleep in the afternoon and evening because the final climb is done overnight. But the views are amazing, and I was not the only one defying advice and being up and about later on as the sun went down behind the shoulder of Kibo (and what must be one of the world’s most spectacularly-sited toilets, visible to the right).
Outside the pub
Friday 19th June 2015, 4.15pm (day 1,394)
It’s the midsummer weekend, but right now the weather isn’t so as you’d realise this. If it were midsummer weather these benches would be packed, but it’s chill and rather grey so only Paddy braves the pub forecourt, and that’s only because he needs a cigarette.
Being 42 