Sunday 8th December 2013, 11.40am (day 836)
Offered up purely for the cute vote….
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
Category Archives: Portrait
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.
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!).
Ian, in the pub
Tuesday 5th November 2013, 7.45pm (day 803)
As pictured in The Railway. I didn’t ask to take this picture, it’s candid, but you know, sometimes you just gotta use them anyway. Also while I’m 95% certain this guy is called Ian, I can’t be completely sure, so I hope I’ve got it right…
Dick Knight, at Doncaster v Brighton
Saturday 2nd November 2013, 3.55pm (day 800)
Went to Doncaster Rovers v Brighton today — we won 3-1. A good day out. This picture was taken at half-time. The gentleman in focus (and there is only one) is Dick Knight, the man who became chairman of Brighton in 1997, rescuing the club from the wasteland of the Bill Archer regime. In other words, he basically saved them from oblivion, keeping them going until 2009 when he passed the torch on to current owner Tony Bloom. I think it’s brilliant that he still goes to games as an ordinary fan. I shook his hand today, just because I wanted to say thank you for what he did.
I have reached a nice round number on the blog – day 800. I have updated the Best of the Rest and Stats pages accordingly.
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.
