Tuesday 20th March 2018, 3.55pm (day 2,399)
Yes, this was me today (well, apart from the hair)…. and it’s only Tuesday…
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
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Morning on China Lane
Tuesday 30th January 2018, 9.40am (day 2,350)
China Lane, Manchester, was until relatively recently part of the old warehouse district. However, due to its proximity to Piccadilly station, in the 21st century it has become full of apartbouhotiques and bars where you can buy £7 glasses of Lithuanian stout with plates of felched scallop on the side. But at least there are still places to sleep.
Asleep
Tuesday 19th December 2017, 9.35am (day 2,308)
This was the first photo I took today, and while I did in the end go on to take more, I didn’t really need to. As soon as I saw this, I thought – this is me, today. This is how I feel.
Tired
Monday 17th July 2017, 3.35pm (day 2,153)
It’s actually not a bad place to catch forty winks, the train home — I manage it frequently. Like these two gentlemen, I am tired…. but have now just three days left before my summer break.
Abingdon Street, Monday morning
Monday 26th September 2016, 9.45am (day 1,859)
Abingdon Street is one of those little city centre back streets that I have found down the years and use because there is very little other traffic on it (wheeled or on foot). Hence why this guy can relax and have a kip, or indeed this guy, taken just on the other side of the road. Clearly it is a prime location in Manchester for morning constitutionals. Why the monochrome? It was the greyest day in weeks, and I felt like it.
Taking a nap
Wednesday 8th June 2016, 9.35am (day 1,749)
He looks comfortable and well-dressed enough to assume this is not some permanent accommodation arrangement. Perhaps the explanation is just that this was another warm June day (though muggy).
Sunday afternoon
Sunday 5th June 2016, 4.25pm (day 1,746)
Sunday afternoon, and a lazy one. Well, it was a very warm and sunny day and the last few days have been busy enough.
Crashed out
Friday 13th May 2016, 6.10pm (CET) (day 1,723)
The truly superstitious probably wouldn’t have booked to fly on Friday 13th, but I am not among them, and the flights didn’t seem any less busy to me. This one was taken somewhere between Moscow and Amsterdam on leg one of my journey home.
Resting
Friday 10th July 2015, 3.20pm (day 1,415)
And why not. It was a warm day, and a Friday. I felt the same way today, I must admit.
On the train home
Monday 8th December 2014, 4.10pm (day 1,201)
It’s really not an exciting period in my life. But it is, at least, the last week of teaching. Note the photographer to the left.
Being 42 