Friday 31st January 2014, 7.20pm (day 890)
It’s been a strange week, but it ended as many do, and certainly resembled the start of most of those weekends that come just after pay day — that is, we ate out. Here’s to the weekend.
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
Category Archives: Portrait
Clare and Joe in Argos
Sunday 26th January 2014, 1.00pm (day 885)
Not that I typically do this retail therapy crap. But sometimes, needs must. Joe tries to make out he’s taking an interest.
Last day of school
Friday 20th December 2013,3.05pm (day 848)
Clare awaits the emergence of our son, which like all things he has done his whole life, will happen in its own sweet time. One way or another, two weeks off for the lot of us.
Gogol Bordello
Saturday 14th December 2013, 9.25pm (day 842)
Altogether now… “in the old times…. in the old times…. in the old times… this was… NOT A CRIME!” If you don’t know this band, shame on you. You really should check them out.
Having originally commented that this photo could have been improved had I not been without any proper photo software, I have since changed it: going monochrome helped a lot I think.
Toddling, St. George’s Square
Sunday 8th December 2013, 11.40am (day 836)
Offered up purely for the cute vote….
Liberty Belle prepares her act
Wednesday 27th November 2013, 10.05am (day 825)
Noted local burlesque performer Liberty Belle here prepares to run through her balloon act in the rehearsal studio over the road. OK, so it’s a blonde in her underwear, but I’m still claiming it’s art. Or life. Or whatever.
The ‘tache grows
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.
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.
Contact Theatre café
Thursday 21st November 2013, 12.45pm (day 819)
A second day beset by more Russians than is considered the usual amount; and two awful train journeys, particularly the one going home. This oasis stands reasonbly close to my office and I’m surprised it’s never featured on the blog before day 819, to be honest.
And no, I couldn’t say exactly what he’s doing. Occam’s Razor suggests ‘eating’, but what, I don’t know.
Olga’s presentation
Wednesday 20th November 2013, 11.50am (day 818)
You’ve seen plenty of photos of me in Moscow; for a change here is a Russian in Manchester, namely Olga, making her presentation at a sort-of conference I organised for them today. I like the way her hand has been caught in mid-gesture. They sure saw Manchester in a diversity of weather today, anyway — wild mood swings from foul to sun to foul again.
