Thursday 16th March 2017, 5.55pm (day 2,030)
Long day for me today. In on the 7am train out of HB and back on the 17.45 from Manchester, on which this shot was taken. I felt like the woman in the middle.
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Waiting room, early train
Monday 27th February 2017, 6.55am (day 2,013)
I don’t make a habit of getting the 06:59 service from Hebden Bridge to Manchester — a two-carriage cattle truck most days. But when I’ve a 9am meeting that can’t be missed, it’s the safest choice. At least it is getting light at that time now. Don’t normally frequent the waiting room either, but it was raining outside today. Welcome to Monday.
Family playing Gauntlet
Saturday 18th February 2017, 2.25pm (day 2,004)
The room full of vintage arcade and computer games at the National Media Museum in Bradford is a cheap form of entertainment during weekends and school holidays — and as a result has featured on this blog before. This family seem to be enjoying their time on the collaborative game, Gauntlet — if you grew up in the 1980s I’m sure you remember it…
At the photography exhibition
Saturday 11th February 2017, 3.05pm (day 1,997)
There is an excellent photography exhibition on at Manchester Art Gallery if you get the chance to go and see it. “Strange but Familiar” — Britain through the eyes of foreign photographers, from the 1930s to the present day. I saw it first time back in December but went back today, taking the family, trying to engage the boy in some media studies. Plenty of people there, including this guy, peering aesthetically at the ‘Swinging London’ section. The shot continues the run I mentioned yesterday, though that will be the last (10th) day of it — tomorrow will definitely be spent entirely in Hebden Bridge.
Applauding the teams out
Thursday 2nd February 2017, 7.45pm (day 1,988)
Evening game at the John Smith’s stadium, Huddersfield — but let’s not talk about it past this point. Suffice to say that only here, when the teams were coming out, did we Brighton fans feel particularly optimistic.
Greenhouse café
Tuesday 31st January 2017, 11.05am (day 1,986)
Although teaching term has restarted at Manchester, this guy still looked very much on his own in the corner of this particular campus café, and that’s what I was trying to capture.
Leeds station bar, Friday night
Friday 27th January 2017, 6.40pm (day 1,982)
Clare’s doing a course in London tomorrow (Saturday) so it seemed like an opportunity to get in a weekend away. Late trip though, so we were passing through Leeds station when Friday night was becoming busy.
Gate 49, 5.20am
Sunday 15th January 2017, 5.20am (day 1,970)
I do like this picture, or I wouldn’t have chosen it — I always like the juxtaposition of so many random people in airports, and wonder where the yogi is off to (beyond just the answer ‘Amsterdam’, which is where the 05:55 KLM flight goes to, always the first flight to leave Manchester on any given day). The aquatic mural behind them is an added bonus.
But the main reason I chose it today is that finally, after five years and four and a half months of doing this blog, it means I’ve plugged the last gap in the hour-by-hour coverage of the day: this is the first photo to get in between 5:00 – 5:59 am. A bloody early morning in other words, I was up at 3am. Where was I heading? Well, if you don’t already know, you can find out tomorrow.
Piccadilly Station
Wednesday 21st December 2016, 12.45pm (day 1,945)
What these ladies in fancy dress were exactly doing outside the ticket barriers at Piccadilly Station, Manchester, today I am not 100% sure, but they all seemed to be having a good time. It’s nearly Christmas after all — also the winter solstice today, in theory we should be celebrating the turn of the year, it all gets lighter from this point on. In theory…
Yawn
Thursday 15th December 2016, 5.55pm (day 1,939)
It’s a portrait of a stranger in a pub (the Kro Bar on Oxford Road, Manchester, as it happens), but it’s also a self-portrait. This is me, this is how I feel at the moment. I need a break. But I’m getting one, after tomorrow.
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