Wednesday 4th July 2018, 11.40am (day 2,505)
We all need something like this. A place to sit and contemplate life, the sunshine and the adjacent building works (well, this is Manchester).
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
Tag Archives: chair
Pink litter
Monday 22nd January 2018, 12.20pm (day 2,342)
Tory cuts notwithstanding there remains a decent municipal waste tip a couple of miles away and even if you can’t drive to that the council will pick up this kind of thing from your house. So, sorry, but what’s the fucking point in dumping a broken chair by the side of the river, in a now-inaccessible but visible and central spot, where it will presumably sit for several months? Mucky bloody bastards. I hate this kind of neglect. I could say it’s a middle-aged thing but actually I’ve always hated it.
Bus stop, Keighley Road
Sunday 6th September 2015, 2.20pm (day 1,473)
It’s very Hebden Bridge, but I can live with this kind of thing.
Being 42 