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James Murphy, LCD Soundsystem

Wednesday 6th June 2018, 10.20pm (day 2,477)

James Murphy, 6/6/18

Two LCD Soundsystem gigs in a year… But being brilliant and versatile, they could play a whole different set than last time in London. No one is ever going to do high-quality gig photography from the next-to-back row high up in the circle and with my camera: but it’ll do to document the evening. James Murphy is a master lyricist (“Drunk girls know that love is an astronaut… it comes back, but it’s never the same”) and superb front man yet always remains a slightly chubby, unshaven fortysomething in yesterday’s T-shirt. Which is why we love him.

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The morning after

Tuesday 5th June 2018, 7.30am (day 2,476)

Dead glasses, 5/6/18

It is perhaps better not to speculate on the fate of the former owner of these spectacles, forlornly lying abandoned on Canal Street in Manchester early today… One assumes that the position of the, let’s say, splodge is coincidental. But I guess it might not be.

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Monday morning cup of tea

Monday 4th June 2018, 9.55am (day 2,475)

Monday morning tea, 4/6/18

Started the first day of my working week in London, travelled to Manchester, finished it at home in Hebden Bridge. This guy may not have left Argyle Square in that time, but I’m sure he was just as productive as me in the end. I like all the vaguely different colours of brick on this shot.

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Last match of the season

Sunday 3rd June 2018, 2.30pm (day 2,474)

Pre-match warm-up, 3/6/18

It is undeniable that there have been a lot of football matches on this blog this season, 2017-18. But today was definitively the last. The players of Ellan Vannin — a.k.a. the Isle of Man — warm up before their ConIFA World Football Cup tie with Barawa — a.k.a. the Somalian diaspora in London. If you want to be a country and play international football, ConIFA is the place to do it. But this did not diminish the day: like most of the other 39 games of my season (not all depicted on here….) it’s been enjoyable. But less football for a while now. I promise.

 

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This year’s plum crop

Saturday 2nd June 2018, 3.15pm (day 2,473)

Baby plums, 2/6/18

In both 2013 and 2015 our plum tree fruited in ludicrous profusion. In 2015 we were taking bags of fresh plums down to the pub and giving them away, we had too many to use: the tree produced about 45 pounds of fruit (20kg) that year. Not so much in the last couple of years — but looking at it right now, it’ll be a bumper harvest in 2018. As long as the branches can bear the weight.

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Self-portrait with moth

Friday 1st June 2018, 5.05pm (day 2,472)

Self-portrait with moth, 1/6/18

It landed on me. We communed for a minute. I took a photo, it flew off but it had done its job.

God, I’m getting grey. Slowly but surely.

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6.30am trains

Thursday 31st May 2018, 6.30am (day 2,471)

6.30 am trains, 31/5/18

Most of the local train service remains a scandal of national proportions (some 2,000 trains cancelled across Northern’s domain since the new timetable was launched, blunderingly, on 20th May) but I must admit I have been a small locus of punctuality all week. But no one should have to suffer a 6.30am train too often. Or, two of them.

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In Carol’s garden

Wednesday 30th May 2018, 9.20am (day 2,470)

Columbines, maybe, 30/5/18

Our exertions of yesterday finished late enough to make crashing at the in-laws’ desirable. Morecambe was still a fine, sunny place this morning however. These flowers may, or may not, be columbines — the identification is hesitant. I like the one in the centre, though, just opening up, stretching its tentacles like a little octopus. Or pentopus maybe.

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Over the boulders

Tuesday 29th May 2018, 1.40pm (day 2,469)

The boulders of Ill Crag, 29/5/18

“Come on a walk up Scafell Pike, son. It’ll be fun. You can have the pleasure of attaining the highest point in England,” says I, a few weeks back. I’m sure there were points today when Joe cursed me for letting me talk him into this particular hike — particularly here on Ill Crag, one of the subsidiary peaks nearby, and the first outrageous excrescence of boulders into the journey. This picture can also be presented with the benefit of hindsight and knowing that in fact, there’s worse still to come before the summit — all 3,210 feet of it (978 metres) — is attained.

But he made it. And it was a beautiful day.

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Replacements

Monday 28th May 2018, 1.40pm (day 2,468)

O2 phones, 28/5/18

While you were all, I’m sure, having an exciting holiday weekend (should your country celebrate this time of year, which many seem to), I was in Halifax replacing my phone, as yesterday’s model was tossed casually into a vat of water towards the end of Sunday (OK, OK, it was the toilet). £51.99 + bus fare + about 20 minutes of my time, surprisingly quick replacement but then again that’s the system for you. Let’s put it behind me. Or under me. Whatever.

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