Friday night — and I’m out! In every sense of the term. So were plenty of other people who were on the flight, ten days ago. The Muleyard pub in Jamestown hosted ex-pats and locals alike, and we all celebrated being part of the land of the living.
If anyone in the UK has any better ideas for what to do with this Friday evening I’d love to hear them. Have a good weekend y’all.
Another Friday night passes. Not just an ordinary Friday either, but the last working day of 2020, the start of the run-up to Christmas, ‘Mad Friday’, it goes by many names. And here we are, trying to feel human and social while sat by the river looking at the willows, here illuminated by headlights shining from the car park above our heads. It’s life, Jim, but not as we know it.
Tough brief today, to document a day spent marking, and in meetings, and no light, just a grey December flatness. And we remain in not-quite-life, of course. Everything that Authority feels it cannot control, it has shut down. Bojo the Clown still can’t do something that he’s been campaigning for for half a decade now. On such a day, a shot of, basically, nothing seems appropriate to the mood. Best I managed, anyway.
It is of course impossible to produce a decent photo of people who are moving, in club lighting, with my crappy camera, without using a flash.
But one can try, dammit. One can try.
Great night out, thanks again to the wife and Red Helen for the music. Terrible photography, but that’s 10.40pm on a Friday night for you.
The last working week of the year comes to an end. Every year, semester 1 is like a marathon. Sometimes I reach the end delirious and hyper. 2017 is not one of those years. Right now I feel utterly fatigued, just grateful to have reached this point without any significant loss of faculties. It would be good to slumber through the next eleven days to tell the truth — but I can’t, there are festive duties to perform of course. But that doesn’t mean I have to think much about them; that’s the good news.
John makes his second appearance on the blog after the picture taken at his place of work three years ago. But is he really off-duty? Looks like he’s looking wistfully at the competitor establishment across the street, somehow.
It’s Friday night, and more than welcome. Bex (Rebecca) is the one in the centre by the way. Have a good weekend.
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