Saturday 28th November 2015, 5.05pm (day 1,556)
Oh go on. I know it’s a cheat, but indulge me this once. Who knows, it might not happen again.
Being 42
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Mancunian Way graffiti
Friday 27th November 2015, 12.15pm (day 1,555)
Man, I’m glad to get to the end of this week. I will here use other people’s art to distract myself from ranting about the trains again.
Cross Street, early morning
Thursday 26th November 2015, 7.55am (day 1,554)
A sign of how my commuting habits have changed, basically since I had my sabbatical in Australia — this is the earliest Manchester shot in nearly three years (since 17/12/12 to be precise). God, I’m such a statto.
This is how it feels to use Northern Rail
Wednesday 25th November 2015, 4.55pm (day 1,553)
After two blissful days working at home, welcome back to sodding Northern Rail’s dreadful recent performance on the Calderdale line. Just to put this in perspective, over the last two weeks I have lost a total of 7 hours of my life to delays — that’s a whole working day. This is how it feels.
Aflame
Tuesday 24th November 2015, 4.15pm (day 1,552)
Posted for much the same underlying reasons as yesterday’s pic of the frosty roofscape: because the winter chill is starting to seep through these increasingly old bones, there is pleasure to be found in watching things burn. So, fire today, ice yesterday: tomorrow I might try luke-warm water. (Spinal Tap joke.)
Frosty rooves
Monday 23rd November 2015, 8.00am (day 1,551)
Brrr! Definitely the coldest day of the winter so far; it is becoming increasingly hard to kid ourselves we are still in ‘autumn’.
Turf Moor
Sunday 22nd November 2015, 12.40pm (day 1,550)
The Campaign for Real Football might not have approved of Sky moving the kick-off of this weekend’s big game in the Championship to a Sunday lunchtime, but they could never complain about Turf Moor, Burnley. This has got to be one of the most unreconstructed pieces of Northern England remaining in existence, surely.
The Aberdeen train arrives at Carlisle
Saturday 21st November 2015, 9.10am (day 1,549)
The run ends, as I finally get out somewhere, after 29 days spent only at home or in Manchester. One reason this happened was that the weather through November has been very poor and prevented me from getting up to the Lakes for a walk, but finally we had a decent day today and I managed to bag my last two Wainwrights — the story of which will be up later tonight on my other blog. This involved a long journey round to the other side of Cumbria, hence my presence at Carlisle station early this morning (well, it’s early if you have to get to Carlisle from Yorkshire, anyway).
The winner is announced
Friday 20th November 2015, 8.25pm (day 1,548)
For the opening of Spectre at the Hebden Bridge Picture House, a gala fancy dress evening was declared (let there be joy & celebration, let jubilation reign, etc). Did the guy in his swimming trunks, or Baron Samedi from Live and Let Die win? Neither in fact. The guy in the jet pack was declared the winner.
The Puppet Shop
Thursday 19th November 2015, 6.10pm (day 1,547)
As pictured at the Manchester Christmas market, which opened this week. He can consider it free advertising. This makes it 28 days in a row, or a full four weeks, with only pictures of Hebden Bridge and Manchester.
Being 42 