I like cooking. I like beer. It was an inevitability that the two would come together at some point. This is my third ever batch of home-made beer. I’ll tell you around Christmastime whether it was any good or not.
I’ve lived in this house for over 10 years now and all that time the house across the road has been inhabited by this gentleman. And every Saturday morning he is out there working on his bike and listening to his ’60s music. And then on Sunday morning we are usually roused briefly from sleep at around 7am as it farts into life across the road and he heads off for whatever rally or off-road session he is visiting that weekend. He seems pretty happy. I’m ashamed to say I don’t know his name.
Postscript: It’s Richard.
Because of it’s ridiculously early start time I turned up to this opening presentation late, and have no idea what is happening here. But what the hell, the shot of this guy with the impressive data projection on his face is interesting enough, and from what I saw of the rest of the presentation, you didn’t really need to know what was going on.
The ‘outtakes’ have been published to mark this, the 50th day of the blog. See the ‘best of the rest’ page – a permalink to which can be found in the menu at the top.
Today was proving a very mundane day photographically and I was struggling to find a representative picture – until the natural environment obliged with the last light of the day.
Tomorrow is the 50th day of this blog, by the way. So look out for the page of ‘outtakes’ (or ‘best of the rest’) which I’m going to stick up tomorrow alongside the daily picture.
The Indian Summer buggered off back to India at least a week ago and since then it’s barely stopped raining. Not much else worth adding here, except perhaps, ‘enough already’.
This looks like major surgery, except it’s the most routine check-up. Which is, I guess, why I like this picture – professional competence emerging in the every day. If it wasn’t there, we might not notice for quite a while…. but eventually, we would.
A bit blurred I know but this was the best picture I came up with to encapsulate what was another rainy day. Apparently Manchester is not, according to its reputation, the rainiest city in the UK (it’s Glasgow, I believe) – but on days like this it certainly feels like it.
Incidentally, is it me or do Caffé Nero spell their name wrong?
I took last Friday off (see below) because I was teaching all day today. At the same time I didn’t leave the house. This is no contradiction; it is a sign that I do good chunks of my teaching online. The classroom of the 21st century can be sat on the lap, my connection represented by the little green eye of the web cam.
Would I want to teach this way all the time? No, but at least two people today said how glad they were that I did, because it opened up an otherwise unavailable education to them. And that, alone, gives it value.
Joe shows his opinion of being asked to hang out in a bookshop. Though I think he did leave with some Dr Who novelization and a ‘Horrible Histories’ paperback so it wasn’t all bad news for him.
I like Haworth, it teeters very close to the edge of being completely twee, but there are interesting things to be found in the shops and at least it isn’t some corporate hellhole. Bizarrely, we were doing Christmas shopping here: yes, I know it’s two and a half months early…
This could well have been one of the best days of my whole life for photography. To pick only one was really difficult, but I like this one a lot because this really looks like a mountain, something Andean or Himalayan, almost. (OK, there’s no snow, but it looks aloof, unattainable.) But almost every photo today was a winner – the conditions were just perfect. Lucky, lucky man.
Plenty more pictures to come, if they are not already there, on the 214 Wainwrights blog. (They’ll all be up by tomorrow night.)
Being 42 