Saturday 26th April 2014, 10:05pm (day 975)
The Owter Zeds (think about the name — say it with a Yorkshire accent) are a band of local renown. Despite having an average age of well over 50, they still rock rather well.
The Owter Zeds (think about the name — say it with a Yorkshire accent) are a band of local renown. Despite having an average age of well over 50, they still rock rather well.
Mike is one of the old Leeds university posse — as indeed is Clare, whom I met while we were both studying there in 1996. He and others (not pictured: Sarah, Iain, Angela…) met up for a pint or three in Hebden Bridge this evening, the sort of thing that you always say you should do more often, but somehow don’t.
This man’s cooked on TV you know — I am envious!
This guy is as familiar a face around Hebden Bridge as anyone. Here, on a gloriously sunny afternoon, he surveys the town square from the top of the stairs that lead to the unit within his shop in, alongside the other establishments indicated. If he does have a surname I’m not sure most people know it: everyone calls him John the Barber. I guess that’s how people get surnames in the first place, isn’t it?
These two have appeared on the blog before, several times each — though not, I think, together; which is odd because together is how they always are. Of all the human/animal couplings I know Steve and Tara are the most symbiotic.
Tim, Martin and Lesley finish off the first day with their presentation. This is the event which has brought me to Edinburgh (and, two years ago, to Maastricht); one of the best and most interesting academic conferences. Pic taken from the floor, literally — while I was speaking just before these guys, someone pinched my chair!
Fourth of the promised five-in-a-row from Manchester, where I will spend about 90% of this waking week. Today was the first day of the two-day “Mapping Information Landscapes” research seminar I have spent several months getting organised and it was good to relax at the halfway point with dinner on the fundholder. Considering I spend a reasonable amount of my working life with these three people (in different ways), none have yet appeared on the blog, so welcome, all.
Here is the second of this week’s series of five guaranteed pictures from Manchester. One reason I am there so much this week is the presence of a group of visitors from the Sociology degree taught by our colleagues in Moscow, and today I took them on a walking tour of the city centre’s more sociologically interesting spots. Here Victor inspects the room in the People’s History Museum devoted to the key moments of industrial action in the UK in the 1970s/80s. This kind of thing is why the Tory Party withdrew funding from this place virtually as soon as they were elected in 2010. Oh, hang on — there is a mistake in that last sentence. They didn’t win the election. They haven’t won one since 1992, in fact.
This morning I was invited to visit the workplace of my friend Simon, on the right here; he is the boss of the Slightly Foxed Brewing Company. I just had an interest in seeing the process of making the very nice beer his company come out with on a regular basis. We started early — the brewer, also called Simon, had started on the day’s batch at about 6.30am. Here, the two Simons inspect a brew that has been in these fermentation vats for a few days and should have been ready to go out, but it is still too cloudy.
Another familiar scene, but these are my habits. Special guest appearances by Mr Steve Grey (right) and a couple from Bradford, so they said.